His upper lip was drawn back, the lower one was between his teeth, and from it the blood dripped continuously upon his hands and upon the dark throat he gripped.
"Give me that knife!" he suddenly said, with an upward jerk of the head.
A dagger was lying almost within his reach, close to her foot.

She could have kicked it towards him had not her body been fast bound in that deathly inertia.

But her whole soul rose up in wild revolt at the order.

She tried to cry out, to implore him to have mercy, but she could not make a sound.

She could only stand in frozen horror, and witness this awful thing.
She saw Nick shift his grip to one hand and reach out with the other for the weapon.