"Oh, you're going to be more than that when I'm through with you."
You turn around to face her, your arms scrambling to feel her. But there's nothing in front of you.
You feel the air tickle your ear, then a slight tug on your hair.
Many moments pass. You stare blankly into space, like a bull in a slaughterhouse. It takes you a while before you realize something.
You have been decapitated.