Angelina
I enter the living room and head toward the sofa, planning on watching TV for a bit, when I notice a stack of throwing knives on the table. Would Sergei notice if I took one? He probably would, and anyway, I still have the cleaver and the steak knife. He hasn’t confiscated them. I’m pretty sure he noticed me slipping the scissors into my pocket this morning, but he didn’t say anything. It doesn’t seem like Sergei thinks I pose any kind of threat.
I don’t have a problem with using violence to defend myself, but there has been nothing here to defend myself from. Other than the fact that I’m not allowed to leave, I’ve been treated as a guest the entire time. I don’t know why I keep piling up the weapons.
If the shipment had been intercepted by one of the rival Mexican cartels, and
