"And they're saying that I'm the lunatic," Sam laughed, his throat tightening against the blade that was cutting into his flesh. "You're a crazy fucking bitch, did you know that?" She had him. She really did. If she wanted to, she probably could have cut his throat right and proper then and there. But Sam knew that she wouldn't. Not if she thought that he was actually going to walk out of here and leave her be.
He closed his eyes and heaved a somewhat convincing sort of sigh.