I watch, in utter disbelief. He...I can't believe... believe this is happening.
Eyes so dark, I find nothing but a glassy reflection of the terror paralyzing my face. His fingers tighten, an audible crack resounding.
The woman, no younger than me, falls on the bed limply. Her scantily clad body is relaxed, almost as if she is sleeping. But he continues staring at me, not even noting when the life left the young girl's eyes.
Her chest rise for the last time, my own breath leaving with hers. The chains gain a new constriction, around my wrists and lungs.