<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis would have rolled over and drawn her knees up to her chin if she could have, raw as she was feeling; both in body and mind. But bound up as she was, she could only lay there and cry. She’d helped him do this to others, participated. And five years ago, she’d even started helping him lure unsuspecting women off the street down here where he could take out his agressions on them. She’d never realized in that time he was trying to find an outlet for his aggression towards her. For what she’d done. She’d left him not realizing the damage it would cause, because she’d been too afraid to tell him the truth. Though even now she still felt like hiding their daughter from him had been the best idea. Especially now. “I….I’m sorry…” she whispered.</span>