Apparently he didn’t understand just how serious a threat a pissed off Jane T. Kirk could be. Or else he was as stupid as he appeared and just didn’t give a damn. His hand kept tightening, and Len knew the exact amount of pressure her throat could take before permanent damage occurred, and just how much time she had left before she ran out of air.
She didn’t have time for this. And she was so damn tired of this asshole and his stupidity.
She fumbled for the tray of surgical tools sitting next to the hospital bed he’d pinned her to; his stupidity had no friggin’ bounds. “Let go,” she wheezed, still scrabbling to loosen his grip with her other hand to try and keep him from noticing what she was actually doing.
Grabbing a hold of the first tool she could get her hand on, she pressed it to his neck. “I said,” she rasped, “Let. GO. Or I will cut your goddamn throat.”
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She didn’t have time for this. And she was so damn tired of this asshole and his stupidity.
She fumbled for the tray of surgical tools sitting next to the hospital bed he’d pinned her to; his stupidity had no friggin’ bounds. “Let go,” she wheezed, still scrabbling to loosen his grip with her other hand to try and keep him from noticing what she was actually doing.
Grabbing a hold of the first tool she could get her hand on, she pressed it to his neck. “I said,” she rasped, “Let. GO. Or I will cut your goddamn throat.”