[Her eyes flash dangerously and in an instant, there's a knife in her hand again, pointing towards his stomach.] what did you say? Say it again. I need to hear it again.
[She moves the knife away from him, and holds it to her own throat.] Tell me you don't like me. Go on. Do it.
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[She moves the knife away from him, and holds it to her own throat.] Tell me you don't like me. Go on. Do it.