[But he’s too late. Her head jerks backward, sprays him with blood and tissue and hair, and then her corpse slumps forward only as far as his hands still on her wrists will let her. He doesn’t drop her, but he slowly lets go, standing back up straight. There’s blood on his shirt, on his pants, on his hands. He wipes his beard on the shoulder of his shirt, looking at her body with an unreadable look on his face.]
2/3 cw: More gore
[But he’s too late. Her head jerks backward, sprays him with blood and tissue and hair, and then her corpse slumps forward only as far as his hands still on her wrists will let her. He doesn’t drop her, but he slowly lets go, standing back up straight. There’s blood on his shirt, on his pants, on his hands. He wipes his beard on the shoulder of his shirt, looking at her body with an unreadable look on his face.]