She looked up at the man who was currently shattering her bones with every swift kick of his boots, and wiped blood away from her mouth. "Why did you tell the police on me, miss goody two shoes?" he asked angrily with a hint of sarcasm. "Can't handle what i do to you?" he asked, not waiting for a reply from me as he kicked me in the ribs again with his steel-toed boots. I convulsed and spat out more blood. If he kept this up, i would be dead soon. But I would not give him the satisfaction of an answer. He needed to dig himself a deeper hole first, since the police were taping this whole conversation and he was talking far too much. "At first, you were so quiet. You didn't tell anyone, since you had no one to tell. But after a while that bitch cocked things up for us. She saw the bruises. I told you-" He picked me up violently by the hair."-to cover them up, Mary." I would not answer even as he made me stare at his blood shot eyes and his unshaven face. I began to reach for the knife in my skirt, he'd said enough. "Answer me you little bitch! Why risk it?" He asked. I yanked out the buck knife and held it to his throat. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." The suprise on his face showed as he fell to the ground, gasping for air through the bleeding gash in his neck. I would never be the victim again.