A brilliant light shone from the other side of the lake.
The knife gleamed like a car salesman’s smile, and pierced the skin as smoothly as an otter enters the water.
The first deep crimson drop of blood emerged pristine and perfectly assured of it’s place in the world. As a firework suddenly decorates a dark night did that drop decorate the pale blotchy skin. The nociceptors registered the pain and it threw a spasm of electricity up the axom, bundled together and heading for the dorsal horn in the spinal cord. Here chemicals took the signals on a series of jumps across synapses from neurone to neurone, from neurone to neurone; always heading to that remarkable bowl of soft tissue:- the brain. Upon arrival the signals are sorted and sent around to separate locations within and the combination of physical, mental and emotional systems pinpoint the exact location and extent of pain. It has begun.
Deep the knife drove in. The five layers of the epidermis were breached instantly but this point was searching some other organs; something more vital. Pain was fine, sure, I enjoyed seeing that. But I exert further pressure. The heart is breached and death arrives swiftly.