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Yes, this chapter is supposed to be this short, hence two updates in a row.
Nothing in his body felt right as he heard her scream. The door didn't budge, but the sound of her fists crashing against it was unmistakable. This wasn't what he wanted; it wasn't what he had wished would happen. She was supposed to be strong, to handle it, do see as he saw. She was supposed to understand and agree, to save as he saved.
This was wrong, and he didn't want to hear her anymore. Sighing, John Kramer rose from his seat and walked away from the sound of the girl crying. He didn't think it'd affect him, but it did, and he hated it. He tried his best to ignore her pleas and her outbursts of aggression as he left the room and shut the door behind him; now two rooms away from her, her words couldn't be heard as clearly.
John hesitated for a moment, lingering glancing behind him at the door he'd just closed. Then he came to his senses and walked away.