She didn't move from where she lay on the floor, her breath short and her hands still chained even if her wrists were streaked red. Blood was on the floor, the wall - but she seemed broken, and she just waited.

Her hands were unchained, and finally she saw her only chance. Her only chance, because she had to do something, before they did whatever they were going to do that she already knew would end up with her dead. Either way she was dead, right? What ele did she have to lose? Hell - if they killed her now, maybe the old man would just fucking die already and it would have been worth something.

All of her, her life, her death, it would have been worth something. All she can think is when he'd said that. Perhaps you should have valued your own life more. Perhaps she should have. Perhaps- perhaps she should have kept herself safe. Not told anyone.

Raleigh had a lot of regrets.

But right now? Right now she moved abruptly, her nails raking across the huge man's cheek as she tried to twist her other wrist out of the grip he had on it. She had to try to get away, because if she didn't try then she would be giving in.