She then sat herself next to me, and held her knife in front her significantly. Its blade now had a sheen of red on it. When I touched my hand to my throat, it came back wet with blood.
“You’ll heal.” She said when she saw me do that. As she did, she locked her eyes with mine. As she sat there, she lifted her blade and with one swipe, licked it clean with her tongue. I shuddered at the sight.