Aim for his head.

Shiki thrust forward and shot her knife directly at his forehead. Time seemed to slow down, as she watched his arms come closer and closer to wrapping around her, all the while her knife came close to piercing that point of ****. Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking as she realized her mistake only just too late, as she felt his arms come around her back, and pull hard. His heavy arms practically snapped onto her back, and crushed her against his stout belly, squeezing hard and tightly. "Hnnuguhh!" Her body felt a heavy crush and shock reverberate throughout her, as her fingers tensed and released the knife she held, dropping it to the ground. Before she could grab at his face and finish the job with her hands, his own fingers reached down, jamming three thick digits into her cunt and causing her to cry out lewdly. As he finger-fucked her pussy with his fingers in a spear-like point, his other hand gripped onto her jiggly cheek and started to dig into it with his nails.

Shiki lost her focus, as she was left huffing and panting, moaning in the man's grip and unable to resist. She pushed and pulled away from him, pounding at him and even trying to bite into his chest, but he was just too rough-skinned to feel any of her pathetic attacks. Her eyes were unable to focus with his fingers shoving and digging into her cunt, before he suddenly shoved in a fourth finger, adding in his pinky as well. Her hips were aching badly, as she felt him lodging nearly the entirety of his hand into her vagina.

"Hhun.. guuh! gnnhg! Mmuh! Noough!" She was on the verge of cumming. She was about to break here. He could feel it too. So instead of finishing her with four fingers, he pulled his hand out, and clenched it into a fist. Shiki felt it coming through, as he punched, and fisted his entire hand into her cunt. Her body convulsed nectar squirting and spilling out like a geyser as she cried out weakly. Defeated, he watched and laughed as she trembled like a weak bunny on his hand, before yanking it out and throwing her on the table.

As her cunt lay gaping wide open, completely broken by the Butcher's fist, she watched as he yanked the machete off the table. She could only lay there defenseless and battered as his dirty, juice-soaked hands reached for one of her eyes. Feeling his fingers pressing down, and applying pressure on one of them.

"These are exquisite. I'll be taking them as souvenirs."