Heather held her breath, though her entire body was shaking with a need for oxygen now more than ever. She was standing there, completely defenseless, and she'd just commanded him to kill her. She didn't want to die, did she? She didn't want that kind of punishment, right? And yet ever since leaving Silent Hill once everything was finished, she'd wished for death more times than she cared to count.
Considering all of this, she still tried to dodge the attack when the razor was swung. She recoiled and lifted her arms up so that her wrists weren't harmed, but her forearms each recieved two deep slices that went all the way down to the bone. Blood spurted forcefully from each wound, and she let out a cry of agony before stumbling back and trying to regain her footing. The blade had come at her with a great power behind it.