look at her neck. it's so soft, so delicate. do you see how the muscles tense and flex beneath the skin? how the throat changes shape with every breath? look carefully, can you see her pulse, her heartbeat just to either side, where the arteries circulate the blood that fuels her mind, her memory, all sense of who she is within? can you hear the wind rush in and out with every breath, oxygen pulled deep into her lungs along that single, delicate, ribbed and corrugated tube? how as she bends and cranes her neck, her head lolling deep around her shoulders, you can see the vertebrae part and compress against each other? the way those bones ripple beneath her skin, straining at it, their separations indicated by those little points of stress along the back? it would be so easy. so delicious. any one of myriad ways to end her life through that nexus of her being. A single bite or tear along those arteries, and her ruby red vitality would fill your mouth and paint her chest, her dying screams fading into mindless hums as she exsanguinates. You could clamp your hand around her mouth, around her neck, and squeeze from her the very air which fills her lungs, squeeze out her very life within your grasp, hushing that soft and subtle wind as she struggles, clamors, and eventually gives up the fight against your form and falls into the fog. a thin, sharp blade, placed perfectly between those vertebrae could paralyze her fast, before she even understood the pain, her mind reeling in desperation as all sensation is then lost below, and all control of function and autonomy evaporates, her lungs, her heart, stagnating as they fail in their tasks without the mastery of her mind to guide them, staring helplessly into her eyes until she at last gives up control of those final, tearing, crying things. there are so many ways to end her though the neck. and it's so close, so soft, so delicate. look at it, right there before you. how much longer can you wait?
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