As soon as I said that, Jomar looked at me like there was a .0001% chance that I'd be joking at this very moment because to give a clearer image of how I stabbed his fucking hand, it wasn't parallel or adjacent to the webbing of his fingers but completely sideways and stuck between his index and ring finger—where his middle finger was definitely out of the picture.
Furthermore, the only way he could pull his hand out of my knife was to pick a finger to further break, then ripping the rest of his hand even more, and hoping it hadn't lost most of its function.
But yeah, the guy might've grown himself a mustache for staring at me this long so I gave him a little preview of what's to come by nudging the handle of my knife, burying it a millimeter deeper.
"AHHHHH— FUCK! F-FUCK! FUCK! HAA— HAA... HA... F-FUCK! SHIT! W-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO D-DO THIS?!"
I scoffed as I rolled my eyes, "I could say the same thing to you but if you can't even do this much, we could stop wasting each other's time and I'll—"
"WAIT! W-WAIT! WAIT! I'LL DO IT! I-I'LL DO IT, ALRIGHT?! J-JUST— F-FUCK!
HAA— F-FOO— HAPFOO~ I-I'M GONNA DO IT! I-I'M—"
Right as he hyped himself up, the maniacal look on his face coupled with desperation was a little admirable, but as he tried to attempt how a knight moves in chess to get himself out of this tricky situation, all he managed to do from all his screaming was make him bleed even more without even completely breaking either of his index or ring finger.
"S-See, sir?! See! I-I couldn't d-do this w-without you! Y-You saved me! I-I'm finally out! I'M FINALLY OUT!
WAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Jomar never looked so happy as he waved his hand around—which was already missing three fingers—because the motherfucker just went to fucking war and went ahead on sawing half his hand off instead of at least saving his pinky—or even his ring finger by finagling-wiggling the knife at angles.
He didn't have to completely rip the dangling parts of his hand off but he just did so to "appease" me, but like Quinn in regards to her time dominating men, I find it very off-putting or I'd immediately lose interest when the person I'm trying to have the most difficult time of his life enjoy it.
So the moment he tried to offer his free hand for a handshake to thank me, Jomar saw a brief glint of metal before his head slid off his neck.
I expected a lot more blood spurting out but the blood on the table could probably fill two to three blood bags if we somehow found a way to gather them.
In any case, I wiped my blade and knife off his filth before requesting a team to somehow find some use for his remains but with the amount of alcohol, nicotine, and unprotected sex he was having, the best use we'd have for him was to nourish our soil.
But yeah, at this point, I think that I didn't have to waste any more time with Bordz because he was up next, and even though I would have loved to release some more of my anger and stress in the form of torturing the ones who wronged me, I felt like I should save a bit more of it to the actual perpetrator because he'll have more than a knife through his hand the moment he discovered that today, out of all the times he could fuck up, he fucked up real bad by choosing this particular moment.