Use your feminine assets

Thinking quickly, you reverse your strategy to confuse him.

"Oh, Ritter! I was waiting for a man like you to take me!" you say with a feigned breathlessness to your voice. You relax in his hold. "Someone to treat me the way I like to be treated." You kiss his forearm and lick it. You struggle to keep the disgust out of your voice and body language. You inhale deeply, pressing your impressive chest out and rubbing it against his arm. "Ooooo!"

You feel his arm relaxing a bit, and you turn around in his grasp. You grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard on the lips, while snaking your other hand down his pants. His eyes are wide with surprise when you fondle his cock and then his balls. You push your breasts hard into his chest. When he starts kissing back, you know you have him. You trail the hand from his neck along the arm with the knife, caressing him on the way to his hand.

When you're ready to make your own move, you grab his balls hard and twist at the same time as you take his pinkie finger and bend it back, breaking it. Ritter howls in pain, breaking the kiss. You stomp hard on his instep, making him jump, and you step back out of his grasp. You hit him hard in the solar plexus, and then kick him in the groin. Ritter doubles over and lands on the ground. You kick the knife out of his hand. Another stomp to the ribs and he's incapacitated.

You retrieve the knife. The sound of dripping liquid on the ground draws your attention, where several fresh drops of blood have spattered. You wipe your cheek and come back with more blood. The knife must have nicked you.

Ritter is still moaning on the ground. You walk over, knife in hand.

"You took the first opportunity to **** me, just because I was a women in charge. You're just too dangerous to leave alive -- too much like the crazies. This is the end of the line, Ritter." His pained eyes look at you with pure hatred. "You're not worth a bullet." You cut his carotid artery under the left ear, holding the knife in the wound to keep from getting sprayed with blood. His body shudders as blood pours onto the floor. Some gets on you anyway. You wait until his breathing stops and his eyes dull in ****.

You leave the dry-goods closet, and then bend over the sink and puke up everything you've eaten for the last twenty-four hours. You're shaking in shock from killing in such a manner. It's much different than shooting someone. More personal.

You find a towel to wipe your mouth and you go back and rifle his pockets, finding some money, matches, cigarettes, and a wallet. You find three more knives on his body. You take it all plus the bloody knife.

You walk out of the restaurant.