Crystal's p.o.v-
Paint the sheets red!?
He quickly walked me over to my bed and I felt him remove the knife from my neck and I sighed heavily with relief.
"That's not the most dangerous weapon I have with me right now..." He whispered gruffly and I knew what he meant by that.
He turned me around to face him, painfully grabbing onto my shoulders and his eyes met mine. He stared at me, intently before he moved a hand from my shoulder and held the knife up in front of my face.
It was big. And extremely sharp looking. Completely made of steel, handle and all.
And then he tossed it over his back and I jumped as it hit the floor, before listening to it slide.
"I'm faster than you. I want you to remember that." He warned. I swallowed, nodding my head slowly.
"Lay down." He instructed
