Doberman

"Want your passport back?" He stared straight at her, her pupils shining clearly beneath the short bangs she had cut herself. "...Please give it back." "Then you'll have to work hard." He diligently chewed and swallowed the meat in his mouth before pushing the next piece in. Trying to avoid it was futile; in this man's hands, even a fork could become a weapon. She barely chewed the meat, swallowing it in chunks. "What do I have to do for you to give it back?" "Didn't the adults teach you anything growing up? That if you blurt out what you want, even things that could have worked out won't, so don't go flapping your lips carelessly." She felt like a large chunk of meat was stuck somew...