"C'mon, Darlin', don't be a struggler.."

Karl said "struggler" like any normal person wouldn't be scared shitless or die of shock at this point.

He dragged you, his arms wrapped under your armpits to hold you up.

"Alrighty.."

Plopping you in the chair he uses whenever he sits at his desk, he lifted your shirt up over your head and tossed it aside for now, banding the wound, he basically caused by impaling you to hold you in place and knock you out, with gauze.

Somehow, you haven't died yet, which was surprising to say the least.

After all you had been through, all the wounds that you suffered, you hadn't died. It was probably from the will that you needed to retrieve your daughter and bring her back home from whatever hellish land this was.

Europe?? I don't know.

All you could do was pray and hope he wouldn't straight up kill you right then and there.

Well, straight up killing you is probably the most merciful thing this guy is gonna do in all honesty.