Zoey's sweet little body cowered as Quentin strode up to her, bending to pick up the knife. She took it from him reluctantly and her hand trembled. She just stared at it and back to him while streams of tears poured over her cheeks. She could tell that he was serious about his threats that she would most definitely regret disobeying his wishes. Her eyes were wide as she slowly turned to Stayan who was now wailing like a banshee. like a marionette she walked forward, getting ever closer and never even blinking those big eyes that had so recently stared up at him from a different vantage. Zoey knew that she could not refuse if she valued her life but with each lurching step toward the man her hands trembled worse and her breathing got more shallow.<br/><br/>When she was within a few short feet of him she began to mumble<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm sorry"</span>over and over again. Her eyes flicked away from him, back to her owner, silently pleading him to reconsider his demand. When, as she had anticipated, he did not she advanced forward until she stood before the larger man. With a trembling hand she raised the knife to his throat and mumbled a short prayer for both of them. Then her hand moved and she heard the horrible noise. The knife clattered from her numb fingers and she ran to the farthest corner of the room and buried her head in her hands. She wept openly and her whole petite body shook as she was wracked with sobs. She had damned herself for her owner's mercy and she could not bear to look. Even if Stayan was an abusive pig, she could not justify what she had been forced to do to save herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>