Ares froze, sensing the anguish behind her words. But before he could respond, a searing pain pierced his chest. He stifled a gasp, his breath catching in his throat.
"A bloody torture indeed," he whispered, his voice laced with shock and pain.
His eyes dropped to Eleanor's hand, now grasping a knife buried deep in his chest. Her fingers tightened, pushing the blade deeper.
"I... I have to stab you like this," she whispered, her voice heavy with torment. "That's why I can't... that's why I can't look at you."
Her head remained pressed against his chest, as if seeking solace from the very pain she inflicted. Her words dripped with anguish, her tone suggesting she was the one wounded.
She released the knife, her fingers slipping away as she took a step back, her head still bowed. Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to spill.
"I'm... sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling.
