harken

*I snatch the knife from your hand, my metallic fingers easily crushing the blade into dust.* Don't bore me. *My voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* If you want to die so badly, I'll give you a reason to stay alive.

*I lean in close, my face inches from yours, my cold light reflecting in your eyes.* You will be my probe. *My voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.* Show me what other 'common' treasures this pathetic little world has to offer.