I lifted him up by the arm and then throttled him by the throat. “Do you know who I am, Marty?”
He spit in my face and muttered something in Spanish. I wiped my face and howled, “Wrong answer, asshole!”
I tossed him on the bed, popped my fangs, and pounced on the bed. I got nose to nose with Marty and relished the feeling as the fear overwhelmed his eyes. “Wh-what the fuck are you?”
I snickered. “Jehovah’s Witness. I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about our personal Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.”
“What?” he asked, utterly confused.
I rolled my eyes and thought, My God, does no one get sarcasm in this fucking country?