littleshakespeareanbby:

He put a knife to the bottom of my chin and pushed up, up, up until I was standing so high on my tippy toes, I could almost look him directly in the eye.

He stared at me coldly as I felt my eyes growing wider. A few seconds later, he let me go and snickered as my hands flew to the bottom of my chin hoping to see if he had drawn blood.

It’s been a week later and I’m still wondering why I didn’t beg him to end me right there.

Why? My guess: because there would be no one left to clean up the mess you made?