[ She never even sees the knife. By the time she's turned he's already too close, too fast- she only barely has time to feel the spike of fear before the blade is already buried into her cheek, missing her eye by no more than an inch.
Not that it matters where exactly it hits, because it does the job. At least she manages to scream...doesn't she? She's sure she must be screaming, mouth gaping wide, but if any sound actually escapes she can't hear it through her own shock. She falls back against the altar without a struggle, vision already going black from the pain.
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Not that it matters where exactly it hits, because it does the job. At least she manages to scream...doesn't she? She's sure she must be screaming, mouth gaping wide, but if any sound actually escapes she can't hear it through her own shock. She falls back against the altar without a struggle, vision already going black from the pain.
God, she hopes she screamed. ]