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I moved the knife along his leg and close to his dick. I grabbed it by the head, and held the knife to it. "You were fuckin’ Devin’s wife, weren’t you, white boy?"
"I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about," he protested. "Be careful with that thing."
"Don’t lie to me. You were fuckin’ Devin’s wife, weren’t you?"
"I think this has gone on long enough. I think you need to untie me right now."
"I don’t think so."
I took my knife and made a small cut on the head of his dick. "Ouch!" he screamed. "That shit hurt! Untie me right now, you fucking bitch."
"Not ’til you tell me the truth."
"What truth?"
"That you were fuckin’ Devin’s wife," I said and cut him again.
"Ouch!" Winston screamed.
He jerked and pulled on his bonds, but he couldn’t get loose. "Listen, white boy, I’m ’bout to cut this little mutha fucka off if don’t start tellin’ me the truth."
"If I tell you, will you untie me?"
"As long as you tell me the truth."
"All right then. Yes, I was fuckin’ her. I would go over there at night when Devin left, and fuck her. Now you untie me right now."
"You were there the night she got killed, weren’t you?"
"How do you know that?"
"Answer me!" I yelled, and made another motion toward his dick.
"Yes, okay, yes. I was there, but I didn’t kill her."
"Devin said she takes sleeping pills and she would be asleep when he left the house at night. What was she doin’; fakin’ him out with the pills?"
White boy looked away from me and didn’t say anything. "Answer me!" I screamed, and cut him again.
"Okay!—She wasn’t faking. She didn’t even know I was there."
‘What are you sayin’?" I asked with a frown on my face.
"I would fuck her after she passed out. But I didn’t kill her."
"That shit is disgusting, white boy." All I could think about was my mama’s drunk-ass man rapin’ me. Taking advantage of her while she was defenseless, and couldn’t do shit to stop his ass.
"Whatever; just untie me."
"I don’t think so. Sick mutha fuckas like you don’t deserve to breathe." I cut off his dick, and then I cut his throat. I got dressed, and once again, had to wipe down the room before I left. I took the stairs down and thought, There’s a lot of sick mutha fuckas in the world.
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Chapter Thirty-one
Avonte
After three hours of waiting, Detective Jensen finally told me that for the most part, my alibi checked out, and that I was free to go. "If you can think of anything that could be help, please give me call."