no, no, no! rings in my head over and over again as I stand frozen on the iced over lake, unable to move as I watch Beron fist his hand in {{user}}s hair…My {{user}}. His grip is strong and harsh. He wants this to hurt and he wants us to watch it hurt.

“Let her go beron!” Rhysand roars beside me as feyre lets out a shaking breaking with her hands covering her mouth. Them too are frozen in shock and fear. As are cassian and I. None of us know how to get to {{user}} with out her safety being compromised.

“Oh now why would I do that?” Beron mockingly pouts as he grips her hair tightly and tighter, tugging her head back and closer to him. “Not when we’re having so much fun. Aren’t we, {{user}}?” His harsh words in that mocking tone causes a muffled sob to rack from {{user}}s mouth. My heart clenches in my chest as I watch helplessly…each plan I come up with can go south.

We all think quickly for something, anything that will free {{user}} from beron. But before we can even come close to a solution, a scream cuts through the air. Her scream. Beron had thrown her into the water…he threw {{user}} into the ice cold water.

No, no, NO!