As he said in a gentle, sing-song voice.
'Time to wake u-up.'
She opened her hands and her eyes, as if seeing for the first time.
She opened her eyes. The razor stood before her. Not as some dark and
frightening intangible, but a stark physical reality, held in the iron
grip of her fellow man. Because malicious evil is still only a weapon,
and requires willing human hands to wield it.
For a single instant she sat there numb, neither believing nor
comprehending. But then he seized her violently by the front of the
blouse, lifting her to him. And with a quick insertion of the blade and
a hard jerk backwards, he cut away her bra, ripping the garment wide
open as he threw her back onto the ground.
A startled, 'William, don't do this,' tried to form in her
throat, but was drowned out as he screamed in a wrath no longer his own,
but that of all creatures brutalized and turned vicious by the bloody
hells from which man has barely begun to raise himself.
'And do you know who's going to PAY for it! YOU ARE!'
One word alone would form from her terror, a last, instinctive cry
against the Razor, and the trickle of blood at her breast. She screamed,
louder than he.
'KALUS!'
*
>From a distance of three hundred yards he heard her. Instantly his
senses were trained upon the spot and he was running, leaving the
startled cub far behind.
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