….“Donna ain’t gonna give a good gad damn FUCK what I do to you boy, you’re just another piece of SHIT in a LONG FUCKING line of pieces of SHIT and like you they all thought they could win her over and like you they all failed.” he spits boisterously. “She’ll be moving on by this time next week regardless of whether I let you live or die, so in the scheme of it all you’re right, it ain’t no big deal if I let you run away and live, unfortunately I’m not doing this for anyone else’s pleasure accept my own.”
“S-S-So s-she hasn’t t-told you yet?” Steven stammers nervously.
“She don’t need to tell me anything boy, I know what’s what, more than you do! I’ve seen this before, eighty-three times or more to be sure, and I’ll make the decisions around here, not some pretty boy with a small cock!”
“W-W-What do you m-mean by e-e-eighty-three times?”
He laughs loudly, and spits once more, “SHIT BOY ARE YOU THICKER THAN YOU LOOK? YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT WHICH SHOULDN’T MATTER AND IGNORE THE FACT I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
“I-I-I, but if you’re doing this for her, t-then shouldn’t s-she have a-a say?”….