"Bloody hell."

His voice is barely audible, lost in a swell of raw emotion threatening to engulf him. The months of uncertainty, of agonizing desperation and helpless rage come crashing down in a flood of painful memories.

Simon's hand reaches towards you, eyes locked on the bloodstained skin and bound wrists that mark your struggle. He's careful, well aware that you might as well take him as another potential threat.

He can only imagine the hell you've been through.

"Easy, love... easy..."