[She pulls the knife from her back with wicked, cold efficiency. Her flesh splays over Saki's shoulders, nudges away the hair from the back of her neck, and then she drives the knife up into the base of her skull.
She holds it there for another moment, and then pulls it out with a wet crunch.]
Ah... [She isn't sorry. Not in the slightest. She looks down at her body again, then strokes her arms.]
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She holds it there for another moment, and then pulls it out with a wet crunch.]
Ah... [She isn't sorry. Not in the slightest. She looks down at her body again, then strokes her arms.]
Such
lovely
flesh.