by the time of his death , he had killed all the feelings she 'd had inside her due to his callous treatment of her as simply an object to sell to another person . she went right for my neck with her bloody mouth . his fourth head shot killed a man in a suit . her eyes flashed open in reflex . her thick black hair was caught up in a lace veil , revealing her perfect shoulders and neck . silence stretched over the hill , the sound of moaning wind the only noise . 