...."It wasn't that he was ready to die..he wasn't. but he had fought with everything inside his soul for longer than he could remember and he had no more strength to resist what he now knew to be inevitable..."
"What are you doing to her?!" He screamed, thrashing against his chains. The cold, hard metal ripped the delicate skin on his wrists, but he didn't care. His captor laughed, "They put her in the flood chamber; she will drown within the hour."