A look of unexpected horror appeared on Trish’s face as he picked up that deadly, razor-sharp machete, “I knew when you described yourself as a ruthless
malefactor that you were a terrible person, but I never expected that you could be this evil.”
As a knowing smile gradually replaced that look of horror, Trish continued, “Even knowing that, instead of fucking me to death, you simply intend to kill
me with that machete, I still kind of like that in a man...”