As I calmly stood in front of her rebelling body, my mind had been pleading for her to understand—to hold on, until I could concoct a plan to destroy everything and then preserve her. In retrospect, I found myself unable to reach out and tell her.
As they tore her apart and fed her lies, I stood there, cheering them on. I could feel her stare at me, and I knew that there was not much time left.
Her shoulder gave away and she slid forward, I ran towards her. I could hear the popping in her joints as they tried to keep her weight. Others slowly followed, untying her.
I found myself turning on my heels and exiting the warehouse.
Ethan, who had been keeping guard, looked up at me and then frowned.
"Where is she?" he asked me, confused.
"Not here," I told him as I went towards the car.
"You left her there?" he shouted.
