Charlotte knew when the mountainous man came barreling through the door in a drunken rage. She knew when she looked into his bloodshot, crazed eyes, this was not going to end well. End, well, yes it would, and she had come to accept that for herself. Twelve years had gone
and went, there would be no rescue in her future no matter how often she cried to the universe. Begged it to hear her prayers. It refused her call time and time again. However, as she peered over at the sleeping girl beside her, she vowed that she would have a future. it would cost her, her own life, but it was a price she would pay twice over if she could.
With one angered, incoherent shout, the man grabbed her by her hair, and yanked her forward. She knew not to look directly into his eyes, but she did anyhow, she already knew, so she would remain true to herself in her final moments. Charlotte glared into the demons eyes with a fire she'd long since forgotten she had, and with a small smirk on her face, she leaned back, his grip loosened just enough, and she snapped forward with all the strength she had left in her malnourished body. She was going down, but she was taking him with her. What she didn't know, was that it was what would be, her biggest mistake, only second to trusting...him.