“Some onions, but no tomatoes please.” She said.
“Of course!” I replied.
“Remember, I’m your friend okay?”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“I’ma take care of you mhmkay?” I added.
She didn’t say nothing back, only looked at me, smiled and nodded. I then called her over to where I was standing in the kitchen. I had the knife in my hand and was in the process of chopping the onions.
“Come show me how much onions you want.”
She got up from the couch she was seated on and walked over to where I was at in the kitchen. She stood next to me by the countertop next to the stove. She leaned over, I could even smell her hair. They smelled like date palms.
“Just one layer is fine.” She said to me as I was peeling the onion.
“Like this?” I asked her.
I gently held her hand and made her hold the knife. Her hands were small, they were fragile. They were shaking with nervous energy. I could tell that she wasn’t used to holding knives, or anything dangerous in that matter.
I used that to my advantage. I grabbed hold of the knife, than I turned her around and pushed her bosom against the countertop. Then I wrapped my arm around her neck and positioned the knife at her throat.
“Take off your clothes or I’m gonna kill you!” I whispered in her ear and said.
She grunted and moaned. “Take them off for me.” She said.