...them, even if she was an idiot."
The man's heavy breathing sounded in my ear, but I didn't stab him right away. I quietly took off the pen cap. I needed to buy time and find an opportunity...
"What... are you... going to do...?"
"Do what? Hahahaha! The thing men and women both love to do."
"I'm... not an... idiot... I'm just... just..."
"Just what?"
The man seemed curious. He wrapped an arm around my waist and flipped me over, so I was facing the man straddling me. He had stripped off all his clothes. He hadn't been wearing much to begin with—just a vest, an undershirt, and a pair of pants. His dirty body was powerfully built. At that size, he had to weigh at least two hundred pounds.
He stood over six feet tall, and his whole body was muscle.
I wouldn't stand a chance against him in a direct fight.
"I... just..."
The man lowered his voice, bent down, and whispered in my ear.
"Just what? Spit it out! You're taking forever!"
"What's that?"
As I spoke, I suddenly jabbed the pen forward. The man instinctively followed my voice and gaze, turning his head to look straight at the pen.
I gritted my teeth and thrust with all my strength!
"Pfft!"
"Ugh!"
The man let out a muffled groan, but I stuffed the rest of his cries back into his mouth by forcing the pen cap down his throat.
"Ghk—ghk—gurgle—gah... gah!"
He instinctively tried to spit it out, his throat working as he made strange noises. Then, gritting his teeth, he slapped the back of the pen.
"Pfft!"
The pen sank in to its very base, burying itself completely in his brain. With one last groan, he stopped moving.
"I... I killed someone..."
My hands trembled slightly,