Carla tried to struggle against him until she felt a sharp tip of what felt like a knife jabbing into one side of her back. Tony had a firm pressure on it making sure Carla knew that one slip and he'd let it plunge into her flesh without a second thought. Now she was scared, terrified for her life and unable to warn Liam of what Tony was hiding from him unless by some miracle he'd seen.
Liam stared at the sight before him, Carla held tightly in Tony's grip, looking terrified and as white as a sheet. He understood she was scared but didn't understand why she had suddenly stopped fighting against him and become paralysed. All Liam saw was the woman he loved turning to putty in that monster's hands. With that he'd be able to manipulate her, pull her away from her destiny and her future with him and he wasn't about to stand idly by and let that happen.
Lurching forward Liam made a grab for Carla's hand, as he did Tony pushed the blade into her skin further making her yelp with surprise whilst jumping and taking a deep gasp for air. The shock made her skin paler and as Liam's fingers met with hers he felt how ice cold she suddenly was. Her breathing was slow and shallow and her hand was tense as he held it, he sensed her fright but was still confused as to what was causing it. Carla had never been scared of Tony before, or any man for that matter and Liam knew that, so what had her so terrified this time?
Tony's eyes burned into Liam's skin as he kept firm eye contact with him and watched his every movement. It was driving him insane that Liam once again had a hold of her even if it was only by the hand, he couldn't allow this to continue, it had gone on long enough. Pulling Carla back and closer to his chest he let the knife sink slowly into the side of her lower back. Not deep enough to cause any significant or lasting damage but enough to make her scream from the pain and draw blood.
Her face said it all as her mouth dropped and hung open as she tried desperately to force herself to breathe again. Liam knew instantly something was wrong, but he needed Carla's co-operation, she would have to tell him if he was going to be able to help. But poor Carla was speechless as she felt a cold tickle of what she could only assume was her blood trickling down the lower of her back. She assumed it felt worse than it actually was because Tony surely wouldn't harm his wife not seriously anyway.
Carla's voice started to croak as her breathing suddenly returned. Liam still had a firm grip on her cold and now clammy hand as he looked at her, his eyes desperately searching hers for any sort of explanation but all he could see was pain. Carla couldn't speak, not a word escaped her lips as her eyes became teary and she felt her whole body shaking. Whatever Tony had done to her back was getting more and more painful with every second that passed, it was clear to Tony that he had succeed for now at least.
Weakness took its hold on Carla and her body slumped against Tony's arm as she fell forward her hand slipping from Liam's as she did so. Liam's arms went out in front of him, protectively wanting to support her and hold her up but they hovered meaninglessly just in front of her. Her eyes stared at him, no longer with an expression of pain but this time one that almost begged Liam to help her.
Grabbing both of Carla's lifeless hands Liam pulled her body forward hoping that Tony would lose grip when taken by surprise but he didn't. Carla cried out in pain and Liam feared he'd hurt her but he was unaware that the pain Carla was now feeling had nothing to do with him. Where Liam had pulled Carla's body forward, Tony had feared losing grip on her and in a moment of spite he plunged the knife in just a little deeper.
He hadn't intended to hurt her much but slowly he let his eyes lower to where the knife emerged from Carla's flesh. Blood seemed to be oozing slowly around the submerged blade and it was more than he had hoped. Carla once again found herself staved of oxygen and struggling to breathe, what had Tony done to her? Her eyes continued to beg Liam, she wanted him to make the pain stop. Tony found himself momentarily glancing up and looking at Liam as he desperately tried to get Carla to speak to him, his voice soothing and soft as he whispered to her calmly to explain. Feeling outraged that she was still reaching for Liam even though she knew he was hurting her for it, Tony let his grip tighten around the handle of the knife. Quickly he jabbed it in a little further before pulling the blade out quickly and with little effort.
Tony pushed Carla forward and into Liam's arms and stood tall, breathing deeply with his chest rising and falling quickly as he watched Liam support Carla's weight and wrap his arms around her body. He felt pleased with himself as Liam glanced up at him with angry eyes. He loved that Liam hadn't seemed to notice the state Carla was in or what he had done to her. To wind his opponent up he smirked at him and let his eyes fall slowly to the lower side of Carla's back. Liam's followed and then landed upon Carla's flesh wound.
Now he realised what she had been begging him to save her from, glancing back to Tony his eyes fell instantly upon the maniacs hand, in which he saw the knife, the blade covered in bright red blood. He didn't want to let go of Carla but knew it was his duty to defend her and prove his loyalty. Whispering to her that he loved her he gently lowered her to the floor, her fingers clawing at his arms as he pulled away.
Carla was desperate not to let him go, with all her energy she tried to hold on to him but Liam was stronger and had much more energy than she did. He broke free and she wished she could beg him not to do what she knew he would. Tony was a dangerous man and Liam would be fighting a losing battle in taking him on, it wasn't worth it. She knew if Tony was capable of hurting her he was not going to stop there, he hated Liam and he wouldn't think twice about harming him. Quickly she turned her body, feeling the sharp, radiating pain throughout, just in time to see Liam meet with Tony. She saw him lift his arm to smack Tony hard but failed to call out to Liam a warning in time as Tony's hand, that held the knife lunged forward and straight into Liam's lower torso.
