The sob always escaped her throat no matter how hard she tried to hold it in, when he pushed her to the ground and straddled her hips, pushing her down with his left forearm as he drew the tip of a knife around her throat, always presssing hard but never hard enough to spill her blood - no matter how much she leaned into the blade as she thrashed about beneath him, her legs kicking and her hips jerking as she attempted to throw him off her, her throat raw from screaming.