The room held a heavy air of anticipation as to what was going to happen next. Neither the dark creature nor Arnold moved an inch for a good few moments, both clearly in shock at the sight before them.
Helga too seemed paralysed with shock. Arnold was stood before her; he had come to save her when all hope had seemed lost. And yet suddenly she felt embarrassed at her positioning. True she was blocked from Arnold's vision mainly by the giant creature leering over her, but she was very aware she was naked, dirty and very very thin.
The beast before her broke her chain of thoughts in an instant, throwing the gown that had been cut from her moments before over her weak form. Pulling himself from the mattress he faced Arnold with a seething hatred Helga had not sensed from this being before.
"Let her go" Arnold stated.
Helga studied Arnold's face; there was a clear mixture of fear and anger pooled about his eyes as he looked on to the dark man before him. Clearly Arnold had not known what he would exactly be facing when he opened the door to this hell, but in what ever circumstance it seems there is not way he would have walked away.
"Let her go" Arnold repeated, determination clear in his voice.
"You had your chance BOY, you had so many chances. She is MINE now" the man spat as he spoke, his blood boiling behind his eyes.
"She's no one's, and she doesn't deserve this. None of them did. Let her go."
Arnold's voice was kinder now, more controlled. It seemed, if only for a second the dark being actually seemed to consider letting Helga go…for a second. But the darkness in this man began to stir again just as quickly; it seemed to ooze out of his pours as he began to breath deeper and deeper. Clenching his fists, he looked to Arnold.
"She will be clean, she will be pure." The man took a brief step towards Arnold, Arnold held his ground. "She will be set free." The creature took another step; Helga's Heart began to race. "She was chosen, you had your chance!"
In that moment the large furious man leapt at Arnold, pinning him to the ground. Helga could do nothing but watch in horror as the back of Arnold's head met the cold tiled floor with a thud, the dark man towering over him. "You think you're so special, you found me. Well, you may have found me, but I don't see any of your silly little cop friends!" the mans large tree trunk like arms moved to Arnold's neck where their chucky bandaged hands wrapped around Arnold's throat, slowly pressing down. "No one will find you boy, no one will find you or Helga. They've never been found."
Helga watched on, powerless as the love of her life was being murdered right before her eyes. She used what strength she had to pull herself away from the chains but it was useless, she was weak and useless.
Arnold was clearly using all his strength to force the monsters arms away from his throat, his legs smacking against the mans body wildly yet making little impact. Her heart was racing, there was nothing left, nothing she could do.
Then she remembered…the blade. He had put the blade down by the mattress when he cut off the straps to her dress. Helga tried to lean to the side of the mattress to peer over but her arms were chained so securely there was no way she could. The only part of her body not chained down for once was her legs.
Knowing the urgency of time Helga used all her will power to shuffle her legs to the edge of the mattress, allowing her feet to smack painfully against the hard tiled floor. She used what muscle power she had to move her feet along the side of the mattress, her body now painfully contorted in an unnatural position as she did so.
Her right toe found the blade first, she then slowly lifted her whole right foot and moved to where she predicted the handle of the blade would be and placed it down. Feeling the hard handle beneath her foot she glanced to Arnold, still struggling below the dark creature's grasp. There was no time, she had to do it now whether it was angled right or not.
"ARNOLD, KNIFE ON THE FLOOR" she yelled, while using her very last ounce of strength to shove the instrument across the floor with her foot. She watched it quickly skirt across the tiles before landing perfectly next to Arnold's right thigh.
Arnold felt it hit him, released a hand from his murderer's arms and grabbed the handle of the blade, and without a second thought sank it into the mans side.