As Jonathon struggled against his chains, his mind raced, searching for any glimmer of hope. He knew the odds were stacked against him, but he couldn't let his loved ones suffer at the hands of Oscar's cruelty. Determination filled his eyes as he met Oscar's gaze.
"I won't let you do this, Oscar. I'll find a way to stop you, even if it means sacrificing everything," Jonathon swore. He snatched his leg free and lunched for Oscar. Before he could reach him, Oscar met him slamming a blade hard into his chest.
"No!" Gayle screamed, releasing Cecilia in attempt to rush forward, but Oscar slapped her backward onto her butt, knocking Cecilia down with her.
Oscar's laughter echoed through the chamber, mocking and chilling. "Oh, my dear Jonathon, I do love your spirit. But your resistance is futile." He pulled the gasping Jonathon to him and said, "You poor misinformed bastard. You did all of this for what. For a woman who doesn't even claim you as her son."