You did this, she was thinking. This is your fault.
She imagined she saw a flicker of surprise spark in his eyes. So she twisted the knife and, as anticipated, the eyes faded and he was gone.
The corpse slumped forwards. She counterbalanced him with her shoulder. Then she pulled on the knife, relishing the unmistakable grating of steel on bone. It was music to her ears. Looking into his eyes the whole time, she extracted the blade fully and all the while, a satisfied smile was playing at the corners of her lips.
He was dead, no doubting it. In less time than it took to screw a w***e, he was gone. Forever and for always, he was absolutely without threat to her. Still, she ran the knife across his throat, deeply, enjoying the sight of the blood that flowed from the wound. She was relishin
