and then the dagger appears from nowhere , finds its way into his hand and as he pins her to the groundfor her wonderful tallness , she still is no match for his strengthstaining her white dress with dirt and grass , he presses the knife against her throat and presses with an easy slicing back and forth , slowly , slowly , through skin , through flesh , through vessels , through windpipe ; and as the warmth of her life erupts from the wound and colors his arm and hand and knife first red , red , red , then darker as greedy air greets her blood to mix and thicken , her scream stops for she no longer has voice to scream with .