"I am not being ridiculous! Is this why they're afraid of you?!"

Before he knew it, the knife was in his hands. He held it so tightly that he felt the handle cutting into his skin. He didn't lift it, though. He kept it at his side. It could have been a stick, a pen.

He shook.

"Tell me what you're doing to him. And t-tell me how many others you've done this to."