Tikki tugs the knife free, wraps her left hand around the blade, checks to 
make sure the male is watching, then squeezes and tugs the knife free. The feel 
of the blade slicing through her palm tugs at her lips, forming a ruthless 
sneer. She lifts her hand, palm out, so the male can see the cut. Blood forms 
into rivulets trickling down over her palm. Then it stops. She licks the blood 
away and shows her palm again. There is nothing to be seen now but the palm of 
her hand and a faint reddish smear. The cut is healed.