No time to fallter. Press the button labeled shock doctrine. Keep a fiirm and steady hand, all the way! Then, as those all about dissolve, and look pitiful and quiver-y, both inside and out: observe.
A thin drip of glimmering red slides bloodily down, so whispery light , so truly crimson, from the promising mark that has been made, a piercing into the vulnerable skin..
And this, yes this, is what it feels like . . . a stinging pain that cuts, and burns, and lingers with inevitability. Then strain, all, to seeresolve, what it brings: slim hints of sun rays lighting up the east.