"Magnus?" Will was kneeling in front of her, and she was forced to look down at him to meet his eyes. "I need you to stay here with me, in this moment." She nodded solemnly. "Where did you go?"

"London." Again, her answer it seemed was always going to be the same. "He wanted me to kill her. He wanted me to kill Ashley." She shook her head violently at his attempt to make her stop talking. "No, Will, you don't understand. I was going to. If I hadn't found another solution, I was going to kill her! God, what kind of mother am I?"

"You weren't a mother yet, you were scared and you were being abused, Magnus. You need to understand that."

She nodded, "I do. I really do understand that."

"Do you? Do you understand all the repercussions and consequences that being a victim has on you and your future?"

She sighed, "I thought I did."

"Alright." He paused a moment, yet remained where he was, even though his knees and thighs were beginning to hurt. "I want to try something." She waited for him to continue, thinking she was not going to like this at all. "Touch seems to pull you out of these memories, so I want you to squeeze my hand every time you need to leave London, ok?" She nodded. "Now, tell me what happened after he told you to kill Ashley." Will was vaguely aware that she wasn't speaking recently, but he couldn't be quite sure.

"Nikola helped me with the containment, and James performed the surgery. I didn't tell John, he was recovering from pneumonia and had just proposed to me the week prior." Her mind flashed to the moment when John has come to find her, his body sweaty with the recently broken fever and his cheeks flushed.

"Did you do it Helen?" He was leaning against her bedpost, but she was still nervous about his reaction.

She knew exactly what he was referring to, "Not exactly." The knife appeared from nowhere and Helen took a step back suddenly, fearing for her life. He slid the sharp end under the top of her dress and sliced down quickly exposing her flesh. He ripped the material with his hands and dragged it the rest of the way down her body.

"I love you," He whispered in her ear, turning her to face away from him. He slid the metal under the ties of her corset and let it fall away and tore the remaining material off so she was bare before him. He trailed the knife over her perfect skin, daring his inner self to make a mark. Helen stood there, silent and unmoving, fear overriding any sense of right and wrong. He moved her to a lying position on the bed and retracted her knees up to her chest. Issuing an order for her to hold them in place she complied.

He then took two fingers and inserted them into her, widening and stretching. He pulled out suddenly and then shoved the knife in to replace his hand. Helen started to cry, the sobs breaking the barrier of the back of her throat. But she did not scream. John swirled the sharp edge in a circle three times before pulling it out again. He immediately set the knife aside and lowered his trousers. He entered her fast and began to pound into her stiff and tortured form.

She was crying silently by the time he finished. John reached down between them and pulled his bloodied fingers to her face, forcing her to lick them clean. "Come, my love, we need to take care of you now don't we." He moved to a basin that was always full on her dresser and poured it over a wet cloth. He began to clean himself and then finally her. Helen had yet to move, fearing the pain that she would feel.

Her hands were squeezing her knees as tight as possible, surrounding the hard bones. Will could barely breathe she was squeezing his hand so hard. He kept on repeating her name is soft tones, switching from "Magnus" to "Helen" minutes before to try and drag her out of whatever state she was in. It was unsuccessful the many times he had tried.

It happened so suddenly he wasn't even sure it had. She was sobbing and staring at him, her eyes completely focused on his face. Will reached to cup the back of her neck and pulled her body into his while the cries plagued through her entire body. His shirt was bunched in her fists and he refused to release her body until her eyes were completely dry and she could sit before him without disappearing into memories.