DYLAN.
My teammate licks his lips.
“She reminds me of those thick p**n actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool.
Once, twice, until blood oozes from a c***k in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a f*****g b***h.
In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink.
Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them.
Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, i
