"Luis?" she asked, wondering why he hadn't responded.
He plunged the knife mercilessly through her back. It sliced through her nightgown and skin. It didn't stop there.
THUD! It went right through her body and the tip of the knife hit the edge of the counter.
Kathy gasped as the pain shot through her body in every direction and she simultaneously dropped the glass bowl she was wiping. The bowl fell to the floor and shattered around her bare feet. The resulting lacerations on her feet and ankles were the least of her problems.
He pulled the knife out of her body and stabbed her again.
Her arms and legs flailed involuntarily. She no longer stood straight up on her own strength, but had fallen back into his left arm which supported all her weight.
The killer tightly gripped the
