Simon have seen a lot of things in his life. A lot of bad things.

But none of it made him sick to his stomach like he is right now.

The first thing he notices when he breaks in the room is that she's bare. The second thing, is that she's bended over a table, wrists tied harshly.

He walks towards her, slowly observing the bruises all over her back, her legs.

He knew it would be bad. He thought he was prepared for it.

But the words escape his mouth when her eyes meet his.