The fight had left her. The fight had left her except for fleeting fits and spurts. It comes and goes with the all-encompassing knowledge of futility. But if his decision is made, if she will soon lose her will and all that is her, what greater harm could come to her now? Someone else. Her place. She doesn't want to die she doesn't want to die she doesn't want to die but not this way. She can't accept this. She just wants to go home. She just wants to leave this room and feel air against her face again. She doesn't want to die. She doesn't want someone else to die for her.

"No." She can't bring herself to look at the man. She imagines she is Leslie and burns the man to a crisp with ferocious magic. She frees them all. "At least most villains find henchman to stay with them by choice. Are you really so pathetic?" He can't hurt her anymore. She is dead or she is his slave. She believed she would be rescued but it has been so long. So long and there is no one. Her story. The goblin king. It has become darker as she tells it. The princess died. The prince is too late and the goblin king steals his soul too. He reigns. He wins. But he must die. She hasn't figured out the ending yet. Her goblin king must have an end. All things do. She does too.

"Please..." She doesn't fight the sob anymore. "Please don't." Humanize. Humanize him. It has worked so far. "Joseph. Joseph, please." If she's to be enslaved, if someone is to die, if she has nothing else she can at least plead for their life. Both of their lives. Must Corrine Flynn live with blood in her hands the rest of her life? "Just let her go. I'll stay with you. Please." There is no hope for her anyway. He has carved her fate. And maybe one day. Maybe one day someone will recognize the shell who was once the great Corrine Flynn. Or maybe one day... One day she will escape.