He stroked her hair. "Pretty." He loved blond hair. He loved to touch it. If women would just let him touch their hair.
She tried to stab him with that knife again, but this time he was ready. He grabbed it out of her hand. He put her hand over her mouth. He would suffocate her and then he could touch her hair all he wanted without her giving him any problem. She was struggling, trying to get away, but nobody ever escaped from him. He had hundreds of brides and he loved them all. Didn't matter that he killed them.