Our marriage had become just work, my taking care of her for little in return. Mom xxx What I felt in my hilt gripping hand fed my imagination and I could “See” the beveled sharp steel tearing in through the cartilage and muscles of her throat before cutting through her neck muscles and just missing her spine. Penelope heaved on the bed when the killing thrust sunk home, her legs and arms thrashing but her head pinned down by the hand on her mouth and the knife in her neck.. Penelope’s scream was muffled by my palm, not even as loud as the audible hiss of air from the growing wound. The jetting spurts from Penelope’s mutilated, gaping throat faltered and subsided, showing the thrust had torn into her racing heart.
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