I...thank...you
Patrick was horror-stricken, he could not move a muscle brighter could her blink not look away. He stared at the woman who was the source of it all and didn't know what he should do. He didn't even know what happened to his children when they were suddenly asleep. He wanted to believe that she would hurt them but the look on the face of Natasha and what was happening before his eyes did not allow him to believe her.
He was doomed to die in her hands, he knew that but his wife and children did not.
He tried to speak but those things had crawled to his throat gripping him hard making it difficult to breathe not to mention talk. He was held in place and she walked closer one step at a time. She looked like a predator stalking its prey except that this prey was given the chance to run or try to escape. He was like that prey being chased and hunted in an open space where even the grass was leveled and not a tree to hide behind.