Perry approaches Miles murderously and the only thing Miles can think of is to drag the shard of porcelain against Taylor’s throat hard enough to make her wail.
“No! No, stop!” She screams, her eyes seeking her boyfriend’s with desperation. “He’ll stab me! Don’t come any closer!”
Miles presses against her windpipe forcefully. The idea of accidentally slashing her throat terrifies him for a moment. After all, everything he needs is a bluff. Not a f*****g murder on his hands.
“He’s not going to f*****g stab you with a sodding piece of ceramic,” Perry reasons, though he stops himself regardless. The fear in Taylor’s eyes is enough to shake him, it seems. “You son of a b***h!” He shouts helplessly and finally, Perry Sharpe gets a taste of what it feels like to watch a loved one suffer witho
