"Emma!" Regina shrieks at the top of her lungs as she watches the blade of the hunting knife sink into her wife's abdomen, causing Emma to scream in undiluted agony. Regina struggles violently against the ropes barring her from aiding her wounded wife. "Why are you doing this? Please stop! I'm begging you. You don't need to hurt her. Hurt me instead, please," she sobs at her attacker, trying desperately to bargain with him, anything to get him away from Emma.
"Why am I doing this?" their attacker questions, turning his head to lock eyes with Regina. "Why am I doing this? You know damn well why I am doing this Regina, and everything that is happening right now, Your Majesty, it's happening because of you. You're going to watch your true love bleed out in front of your eyes, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it."
He then turns his gaze back to the woman he is still holding upright, one hand gripping her neck and the other still latched onto the blade protruding from just below her left breast. He stares deliberately into anguished, emerald orbs as he forces the blade more vigorously into Emma's abdomen, causing her to jolt and cry out once more before he pulls her face as close to his own as he can manage and gently whispers, "This is what you get for loving the Evil Queen."
As he finishes his statement with a snarl, he shoves the blonde's body away from his own, causing her to crash heavily to the floor, further agitating her now mangled flesh. His whispering breath across her face had been soft and startlingly sincere; whereas, Regina's voice is wrought with terror as she screams and struggles. He walks away from them then, leaving them to their fate- Emma's shallow breaths and the cries of the Evil Queen pursuing him down the dank corridor.