... She knew exactly what would come next: the whisky smell of his breath as he tried to kiss her, a hand groping its way to her breasts, a knee coming up between her legs - except she was already withdrawing the stiletto from her sleeve and, as she did so, she moved her head back and locked gazes with him. That was when she pushed the point in under the ribs, stabbing upward to the heart.
The boy’s eyes widened in horror and a cry came into his throat, but he did not die.
It was the drawback of this method of killing. Usually the shock of the stiletto was enough to stop the heart. Yet, if the heart was strong it didn’t always work, at least not immediately: the heart continued to pump, but the motion worked a hole around the blade before the blood finally began to leak. It was just as fatal, but longer...
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