[With her right hand, she raises the knife- and brings it to her own neck, beginning to saw with horrific unconcern. Her black eyes remain blank, her pale face unmoved despite the blood that spurts out, shockingly red, from her throat. She is still speaking, but the words are unintelligible now, just a senseless gurgle. As she reaches the bone, she braces her feet and pushes with more force- until that, too parts beneath her blade.]
[When the head comes free, it swings downward like a gruesome pendulum, hanging from her left hand by the grip she still holds on her own hair.]