(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Oh that pompous bag of wind.
Soft chuckles greeted me as I walked up to the stage, a small smile on my
lips. The crowd had their eyes fixed on me, some thinking I was moronic,
some thinking I was mad. A woman in a green silk gown fanned herself
delicately, more to busy her hands than to cool herself down. A man with
golden eyes and a crooked smile shook his head, as if disapproving of such
nonsense. The more mature Sensates in the crowd, however, leaned
forward, their smiles curious rather than mocking, as if eager to savor the
sight of what was about to happen.
It was only when I stood next to him that I realized how small he was, in
stature and in philosophy. The doubt nagged at me, as to whether it was
really worth it to prove this man wrong.
He saw me hesitate, and his mouth curled into a plump, mocking smile, "I
thought as much."
Well, that's the last straw, then.
I stood up straight, gave a broad smile to the crowd, and put on a show
none of them would forget anytime soon.
I jammed the knife into the side of my throat, rocking it back and forth.
Meat and sinew parted like butter. Dully, in the back of my mind and past
the bursts of crimson pain, I mused that this dagger was Godsman-made...
high quality, razor-sharp. Its efficiency was impressive.
When I hit cartilage I paused a moment. The pain was almost as unbearable
as the lecturer's smug, pompous grin, and at the thought of his arrogant
blustering I continued to cut. The blood ran down my chest, cascading down
my belly until it draped me like a warm, scarlet apron. The screams of the
crowd swelled like music, their retches and the thuds of fainting bodies
added rhythm to the sound of a metal knife edge scraping against bone. It
was a grim symphony that I was performing to, but it satisfied me as I
hacked the rest of the way through my throat.
I collapsed over the podium, the heat fading from my limbs. I wasn't shy
about making that deep, gurgling sound. The viscous mix of blood and
spittle bubbled from my lips, and rolled warmly down my cheek.
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