I began. I started on her left now and swung my keenly sharpened instrument back the opposite way across her pretty neck. Between the two slashes, I"d severed her throat three-quarters of the way around down to the bone. I had to pause, in fact, as I"d sunk the blade at an angle into two of the vertebrae. I took her by the hair again, to steady the lovely head, and keep it in place, as I worked the blade back and forth to prise it out. It came free with a jerk. It left a stark white notch amid all the lovely crimson. Not to worry, the glaring evidence of my zealous beginning soon vanished beneath the oozing flow.
What a beginning it was. What a big red grin she wore on her throat beneath the frightened white grimace of her mouth. I let go of her hair. Her head flopped back against the pro
