“I’ll remind you,” he said, his voice still as cold as ever, “you are the one who spoke to me first. You dragged me out here.” He stood up straight again, despite the anguish his balls were in, and advanced again, trying to find a way to push her up against the wall without ending up meeting the sharp end of her knife again. He was going to do it with more force this time if he could manage it. He had to make her hit her head, make her woozy so she was easier to manipulate. Then he could get her to his car.