Remembering: A Clean Cut

She hadn't left.
Watching Bowen writhing and moaning, she remembered those men who'd used her.
Taking two deep breaths she raised the axe high into the air. Then, pursing her lips, she bought it down hard and fast onto Bowen's neck. Rolling clear of his body, his head wobbled then teetered to a standstill.
With her foot, she rolled the headless torso onto its back. And before she left, she buried the blade once more, this final time deep into his groin. She smiled in grim satisfaction as its handle reached up into the air like a fleshless, lifeless erection.