I Am Not Sorry

He slowly extended his hand so as not to startle her and gently touched her leg. Her body rocked with small sobs that escaped her. 

Xiran reached down and began to break the chains that had bound her ankles. The ugly red scars stared back at him and his blood boiled yet again. 

He then reached back and threw open the shackles that held her wrists together, freeing her hands. The wrists were bruised and turning purple just like her ankles. There were so many bruises and scars on her body that he couldn't even count. 

Her hands instantly went to her ankles and she rubbed them before lifting her head and finally gazing up at his expectant eyes. Tears shimmered under the light and fell, with a shaking hand he reached out and brushed them away.

"Xiran," she hoarsely called out, her emotions choking her voice. She was shattered and ashamed.