Heather sat there panting, her eyes wide yet empty, and both of her arms and legs bleeding profusely. She heard the message in her mind, and yet she was still waiting for some kind of final blow.
"So that's it?" she asked, her voice trembling even if it was void of any emotion. "You'll just keep doing this but you won't kill me? I'll never be guilt-free in your eyes, so it won't end, will it?"