The look in her eyes told me she did not want to go with him. I grabbed her hand out of his. But I jerked back when he punched me in the face. He took off running, pulling her by the arm.
I could hear her screams as he lead her away. I couldn’t run after them because my right leg was amputated a year ago. My only hope was to guess where he was taking her.
I reached his cabin the next day. It was in the mountains surrounded by the sounds of nature. She told me he goes there sometimes to be by himself. I figured there was a good chance I’d find them there.
From outside the window I heard her faint cry. When I didn’t hear his voice I busted the door down.
She was in the fetal position on the floor. A chain went from the bedroom and was cuffed around her left ankle. He was lying on the floor, dead, in front of her, with a gun shot to the heart.
“He made me watch him kill himself,” she managed to say before falling into my arms.