This fucking asshole! No, no, no, she wasn't letting this happen. She turned her face in the other direction to try and avoid his hands, but even as she did she could feel him slipping through her arms, too heavy for her to keep up. "NO!" she screamed, desperation the only thing she could find in herself.
Looking up she tried to see how the noose was connected. She expected it to be a ceiling fan (in every nightmare it was always that beige ceiling fan) but it was attached to a hook and then down to the wardrobe and-
She let his legs go, arms shaking from the effort too much to be of any use there anyway, and tore the knife out of her boot. Teeth gritted she began sawing through the rope as quickly as she could, though it didn't feel nearly quick enough. It felt like minutes and minutes and minutes that she had to saw, but it couldn't have been.
Eventually the rope snapped, sending Gabe tumbling from the roof and onto the carpet.
Cin, gasping for breath, dropped herself back against the wardrobe and slid down it.