I'll Make You Lick It Up

I wanted to explain that the seat was already dirty when I came in, and then I wouldn't want to clean up some inconsiderate person's mess either. But he pressed his fist harder into my chest, causing me to let out a choked cry as I closed my eyes and lean my head back, waiting to feel the blade slide across my throat. He whispered, next time, I'll make you lick it up. The pressure was removed from my chest, so I suddenly almost fell on my face, but I caught myself, spun around and ran without looking back. My friends were talking and leaning against the car when I came tearing out of the store. They chuckled at first,