She puts her hand out causing the metal to burn her skin even further.
"Don't you'll hurt yourself" she rasps and I'm taken back by her want to protect us, it was only a little while ago that she hated us. "Get the gloves"
I shake my head ignoring her plea, it would take too long.
I ignore the burning pain and push the key into the lock twisting it sharply. I gently pull the chains off, not wanting to hurt her even more.
I gasp horrified when I see the damage we've caused.
The silver chains had destroyed all her perfectly porcelain skin. Now it was covered in angry red burn mark which had started to blister. There were patches of dry blood covering her neck while her wrists and ankles were dripping with fresh blood.
Guilt quickly consumes me but like every other strong emotion I have
