[The way the cop looks at her, mouth agape and eyes filled with horror, reflecting the flames all around them, implies that perhaps what he's seeing is not a young woman but something very different.]
P-please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened here, just let me go...
[The pathetic begging makes Johnnie laugh as he swaggers over, knife in one hand, an armful of dry brush under the other. He looks at the guy on the ground, not even pinned under Chrissy's foot, really - it's more a suggestion than a requirement by force, but he's taken it, apparently.]
He's a fuckin' coward, babe. Typical cop, all asshole on the outside an' creampuff as soon as shit gets real. You ain't used to bein' under someone else's boot, are you?
[He tosses the flammable things on the fire and admires the sparks that fly as the flames lick fresh fuel, then turns his gaze once again to the guy on the ground.]
We'll let you go. But you gotta be the one to lick her boots, fuckin' pig.
[Metaphorical boots, anyway. Details. He spins his knife around in his hand idly, like he's just looking for an excuse to use it.]
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P-please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened here, just let me go...
[The pathetic begging makes Johnnie laugh as he swaggers over, knife in one hand, an armful of dry brush under the other. He looks at the guy on the ground, not even pinned under Chrissy's foot, really - it's more a suggestion than a requirement by force, but he's taken it, apparently.]
He's a fuckin' coward, babe. Typical cop, all asshole on the outside an' creampuff as soon as shit gets real. You ain't used to bein' under someone else's boot, are you?
[He tosses the flammable things on the fire and admires the sparks that fly as the flames lick fresh fuel, then turns his gaze once again to the guy on the ground.]
We'll let you go. But you gotta be the one to lick her boots, fuckin' pig.
[Metaphorical boots, anyway. Details. He spins his knife around in his hand idly, like he's just looking for an excuse to use it.]