Edwina
I struggled against Damien's grip, taking advantage of the distraction caused by his brutal assault on Benita. With every ounce of strength, I managed to break free from his clutches. My heart raced, fuelled by a combination of fear and determination.
Ignoring the pain in my neck from his earlier choking, I sprinted towards Benita, who lay on the ground, blood staining her face.
"Benita!" I called out, my voice a mix of concern and desperation. As I reached her side, I knelt, cradling her in my arms.
The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, and my hands trembled as I assessed the extent of her injuries. Her face was a mask of pain, and I felt a surge of guilt and helplessness.
Damien, seemingly amused by the unfolding drama, watched with a sinister grin. I glared at him
