jason pressed Y/N against the wall and stared into their eyes, with one hand he grabbed a knife out of his pocket, and carefully placed it under Y/N's chin. A smirk appeared on his face,
"why the long face, darling?"
Y/N mumbled, turned their head and tried to get awa-
i see you there.
i know you're reading this.
Sal Finley.
You need therapy.
now.
