He whimpered; she laughed.
He was shaking, his previous confidence lost the second he felt the cool metal on his skin.
"Not so cocky now, huh Karofsky?"
She pressed down slightly on the blade, drawing a thick line of blood across his forearm.
"Not so willing to throw people against lockers, or throw Slushies at innocent girls, hmm?"
He tried to wriggle out of her grip; she only pressed the blade down harder.
"Stop struggling, David. I'd hate for so much blood to be spilled."
"Bitch."
"Now, now, David. Names aren't very nice. I learned that the hard way."
He screamed; she laughed.
No one would be able to hear him, not where they were.