Tobias struggled and tried to slow down the short journey to the sink. He harbored no doubts that Simms would follow through on his threat, and Tobias could smell the Drano even before Simms tried to push him over the sink. He gagged almost instinctively. Gripping the edge of the sink, Tobias tried to push back against Simms to get away from the Drano smell, and the meat sludge, but Simms was too strong.
You stupid fucking son of a bitch.
Simms would kill him if he kept resisting. And he would kill someone else if Tobias gave in and agreed to serve that food. He would kill someone else even if he killed Tobias. The chemical smell was making him nauseous. You're so fucking stupid.
There was a burning in his gut. A deep, repressed rage that began to swirl and build, rising so rapidly that Tobias didn't even realize the screams filling the room were coming from him. He wasn't sure how or when it happened, but Tobias found the paring knife from his pocket in his hand, his sweaty fingers gripping it with an intense force. His vision went white and he screamed louder, twisting in Simms grip just enough to swing the knife up, burying it deep in Simms's neck. He blindly thrust it in once, then twice, then again, his screaming catching on a strangled sob deep in his throat.