He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the knife handle. Then he pressed his own hand on top of hers, guiding the knife against her throat. "There's nothing you can do to stop it," he said. "You're crazy; everybody at the CIA knows it. Now you've gone over the deep end. Taken your own life."
"Let me go!" Vicki managed to croak through clenched teeth.
He pushed against her, pinning her to the wall with his body while one arm held her neck in place. She tried to struggle but with each movement she made, it only served to tighten his grip on her. One hand was on her throat, cutting off her oxygen as the other hand guided the knife against her skin.
