"You're so full of sh-t!"
Got me out to dinner and ended up sacrificed as a weak twink on an Instagram live?
I had enough of tonight's slander. All of you running your mouths like the world should obey.
You want bread and a spectacle? Great, I am about to tear your flesh down layer by layer-
Colosseum style.
I can hear glass shattering on the floor. A woman is panicking about the mess as a waiter comes to clean. Neither are looking at each other.
They are looking at us.
"Puppy?"
Emiliano tries to gain control over the situation. His figure looms over me despite the 2-inch difference between our heights. All of him screams "danger".
All of it, except his hands. His surgeon's steady hands were trembling out of control.
Don't you know, dear husband? Never let the person you kidnapped out of your basement. Let alone bring him to a very public restaurant.
Guess I will be the one teaching you that lesson, dear.
