Eyed Well

"You fucking manwhore!" I point the knife at his throat as he backs up a little, his hands in the air a sign of defeat, a sign only he will show me.
"You think that this is a joke." I drag the knife lower to his stomach, his smirk still on his lips, his eyes still on mine.
"I think you look fucking delicious when you want to kill me." I push the knife deep into his body, his knees fall out a little as he grabs the counter behind.
Yet his smirk still doesn't fall and stays on there as I try to stab him again he grabs the knife from the blade with his bare hands while still looking at me. "I think now it's my turn, isn't it, flower."