"Oh, he talks!" I said, twirling the knife on my fingers, and his eyes immediately went towards it, "I don't plan on killing you. I'm just here to s***h and slice. Because I can."
Kratos was silent once again, and I gritted my teeth in anger. Without another word, I placed my knife on his trousers and began to slice the cloth to make a hole in it. If he isn't giving me answers, I'm not giving his balls.
But as soon as it was ripped open, Kratos immediately realized I wasn't kidding. And that keeping his balls is of great priority. He then screamed, "Because she rejected me!"
I then stopped whatever I was doing, and then slowly looked at him, "Continue."
Kratos looked at me for a few seconds before he swallowed an imaginary lump on his throat. Then he looked away to continue, "She can't
