Tonight, will it ever come?

**Frankie's POV**
"Gerard, relax. I promise I have changed my ways." I chuckled darkly as I stabbed a small blade into the cork of a wine bottle and unscrewed it. I reached into the floor cupboard and pulled out three wine glasses. "I hope you like red wine, darling." I said, pouring her double the alcohol she even needed in one glass.
She just looked at me, annoyed, but cautious. She didn't take the glass from the table, she just stared at me. "I know how you do it."
"Do what?" I asked, as if talking to a child.
"Give your victims their last meal, then murder them for the thrill."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you're a sick bastard!" She snapped, pounding one fist on the counter.
Both Gerard and I fell silent. "Now, darling. The water has been turned off int he building for a while, so all you have to drink is cheap wine." I said, calmly
She stared at me, furious.
"Bottoms up!" I half chuckled.

She huffed and stormed towards the door. I chased after her, throwing her to the side and stabbing a knife in the wall beside her head. "Where do you think you're going!?"
"Home!" She yelled back.
"You can't leave! The only way you're getting out is if they have to carry you out in a body bag! Is that what you want!?"
"I'd rather be DEAD than have to tolerate you and your pet!"
I took the knife out of the drywall and held it to her neck. She tensed up and scrunched her eyes closed, "No, no, please, please, please..." She whispered.
I glared at her and dropped the knife before grabbing her arm and throwing her back towards the kitchen. She sunk into herself and sat back down. Taking a sip of her wine and scrunching her face in disgust.

Notes

Explosive Frankie!!!
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