She tried to help. Really, she did. It wasn't like Svetlana wanted to be some damsel in distress. It wasn't like she wanted to see Anatoly getting beaten up as well. So she struggled against the one holding her, choking as he tightened the hold his arm had over her throat. Not this again. She needed to stay conscious. She had to make sure that Anatoly was okay. Which was stupid. She should be concerned over her own well being. She knew that her stomach was bruised from being kicked and there was a risk of internal bleeding. She knew that her face and neck were bruised, she couldn't breathe. But seeing Anatoly take the punches. Still, the fact that he was holding his own was startling.
As her husband turned his sights on her and the last jerk, Svetlana whimpered and gasped in pain as the hold tightened even more, her hands trying to pry the arm off of her throat. And the fact that he was dragging her back really didn't bode well. Nor when he pulled out a knife. Oh, this was bad. Especially when she felt the blade press against her throat.
Eyes growing wide, Svetlana looked to Anatoly, panicked. Feeling her arm being twisted behind her back, the blond cried out in pain but she knew she had to do something. There was a knife involved. She couldn't let Anatoly be hurt more....
"J..Just do what you want with me. Let him go...." Somehow, Svetlana managed to say the words in English, But she was definitely panicking. She didn't like the chuckle of the man behind her, the nose pressed to her neck and the bite. Closing her eyes, Svetlana trembled. She felt sick. She wasn't going to survive this.... She knew it....