"Kendra... Kendra, baby, please-"

She slapped him.

"Don't you DARE call me that."

Damien looked afraid now. Kendra smiled. "First you mock and degrade me for five fucking years..." She spun the switchblade in front of his face. "...and now you try to sweet-talk me like one of those sluts you bang in your Daddy's convertible."

"Kendra, I'm sorry, I'll never make fun of you again, I-" She grabbed his tongue. He struggled in his bonds as the knife came closer. A choked scream. Blood gushed down his chin.

She squished it between his cuffed hands.

"Hold your fucking tongue."