“I don’t care about you at all.”

“I don’t care about you at all,” you say.

Tina focuses on your face. She stops trembling. “Fuck you,” she says. She hops on top of you. Your cock grazes her milky thighs.

“Listen,” you continue, “I just don’t want anything to do with you. All I did was bump into you and walk away — **** me is absurd. You’ve clearly got some issues.” She raises the knife over her head. “Something happened to you that made you do all of this to me. Something that has nothing to do with me. You don’t seem like an experienced killer, so you should just let me go before you go beyond a point of no return.”

Tina puts down the knife. Her thighs squirm, and her soft flesh slides across your meat. “If you know so much about me, then please tell me... tell me why I’m so fucked up, since you’re the genius here. Huh?”

She’s talking, but she is on edge. Think. What happened in the past that caused all of this?