"We're done so I can kill you!"
Anthony could feel the blood running down his neck as something sharp stabbed him with great force.
He grimaced and Airin's face showed a satisfied smile because she had managed to hurt him.
"Come on baby... This kind of thing won't kill me!" Anthony pulled Airin's hairpin from his neck then gripped it tightly and swung it towards Airin.
Airin, who reflexively closed her eyes, thought that Anthony would stick the clothespin into her neck and do the same thing, but it turned out that Anthony just stabbed the pillow right next to her face until it broke and the cotton flew.
Airin coughed because of the feathers but Anthony deliberately held both of Airin's hands so that Airin could not cover her nose so she keeps coughing.
"Are you short of breath? Do you need artificial respiration?"
Anthony made fun of her, made it a joke. His laughter even sounded disgusting.
