Cathy tries to move away from the chair. She tries to detach herself from what binds her. But she can't. The ropes cling to her tightly, as if they are opposing her.
Her heart sinks. The panic rises again. The fear spikes through the roof. It is the very sight before her. It is the sight of her king in such circumstances which he finds himself in.
They are both strapped. They are both bound. They are both in the clutches of evil. And they cannot escape.
It feels like there's no hope. Everything feels void, cold, and empty. The word 'hope' loses its meaning. The word hope feels foreign. Like it never existed. Like there never was any hope.
"Nathan!" Cathy screams out at the screen, "Nayth! Get him out of that chair! I need you! I can't live without you. You're my everything. Nayth, no!"
"Cath... Cathy," he pants, "Cath, I can't. I can't... They got me. They are going to kill me. I want you to..."
