B-He held me
B-No. By the throat.
A-He was choking you?
B-No! Just holding me by the throat.
A-And then what?
B-And then he reached into his pocket with his right hand, the left hand still holding my throat. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. He showed me the knife. And then he cut open my face. It is was quick. A slash. And there wasn't any blood, but there was that weird sense of air passing over flesh never ever exposed before.
A-Why did he cut you?
B-He was angry. He was very angry with me.