Then, he sliced down as hard as he could with the razor.
His eyesight was blurry as it was, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get up and stay up, much less walk around. Even so, his sitting position kneeling wasn't all that comfortable. His legs and knees were on fire.
He flopped over, like a fish out of water, onto his side. The pain in his knees disappeared near immediately, but the pain in his thigh and calf remained. He had the funny feeling that he might no longer have the use of his right leg anymore. Cutting into the fat layer can do that to a person, but he thought that he just might have gone a little too deep, into the muscle layer.
But Ray didn't care. He was going to end this soon. He was fucking sick and tired of the shit that he was going through. He raised his arm in front of him unsteadily, before slicing down as hard as he could with the razor.