"And it's gonna keep doing it, to both of us, if you don't buck up, buttercup."

He pressed the handle of the knife against the kid's chest, stepping in until they were close, just the knife itself holding them apart. His grin was feral.

"Quit stalling," he said. "The sooner you do it, the sooner you can pretend none of this ever happened. Where you wanna mark me up, sweet boy?"