[ WP ] `` I do n't owe you anything . '' `` Oh , but you do . One kidney . ''

`` I dont owe you a goddammned thing'' 
 
 `` That, my good man, is where you're wrong.'' 
 
 His smile was almost sharp as the knife he brandished in his left hand. Fuck. See, usually repo men were n't this menacing. They'd harass you, call you dozens of times a day, even pin threatening messages to your door. But this was more than an inconvenient blaring of shitty early 2000's synthpop. It was a goddamn ice cream truck of a man, nonchalantly waving a dagger inches from my face. This probabably was n't going to go my way, but hey, might as well keep up the tough guy facade. 
 
 `` Go ahead, stab me, shitdick. See how far that gets you'' It sounded almost sincere. Almost. 
 
 `` Oh, I'd love to. But that would complicate collection needlessly. I'm just here for what you owe.'' 
 
 `` Fuck off. I told Otto I'd have his money by the end of the month.'' 
 
 `` Indeed. Issue primarily being that youre 3 months past due.'' 
 
 Not entirely my fault. There were bills to be paid, food to be bought, and a gas tank to be filled. Things could get away from you. 
 
 `` I'm good for it. Do n't worry'' That sounded dramatically less sincere. 
 
 `` Yes, you are. No more money. I want IT.'' The IT was accompanied by a spritz on my forehead. This guy was a madman. 
 
 `` No! Ill pay, I swear. I'll..'' He held up a palm. 
 
 `` Do you know why I'm here?'' 
 
 `` You want your shit back. I cant give it to you. I need it. There's other options.'' 
 
 `` Actually, Im just a distraction.'' There was a sharp pain in my back. 
 
 I woke up on a frigid metal gurney. 
 
 No. 
 
 I was wearing scrubs. 
 
 God no. 
 
 On my stomach was a scar, and a stamp that declared REPOSSESSED; ONE KIDNEY. 
 
 I feel sick.
