What they had done to her was cruel, and it was his fault for not protecting her. Maybe, he thought, whatever punishment she wished upon him was justified. Maybe he deserved to suffer for what had been done to her.
Lost in his thoughts, William didn't notice Elaine's movements as she began to draw something around the bed, her fingers working quickly, almost desperately. It wasn't until he heard the sharp scrape of metal that he snapped back to reality, his eyes widening in horror as he saw Elaine holding a knife, her expression twisted with a mixture of resolve and madness.
"Stop!" William's heart lurched in his chest, panic surging through him as he watched her raise the blade. Was she going to hurt herself? The thought of her in pain, even now, was unbearable. He had to save her—that was his only thought.
