Katie:
[to Georgy as he chained up to a wall and stripped down to his briefs]
I could castrate you.
[Georgy whimpers]
Katie:
Or... I could slit your throat! But you are a sick and diseased bag of flesh... and that is how you deserve to die; rotting... like you left me.
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