No hesitation lived in the soldier's hand as it gripped the handle on the platform. No trembling or a sign of conflict in him.
It was as though taking lives was simply a small part of his daily routine instead of the tragedy and crime that it was.
Just like that, he pulled the lever towards himself, prompting the trapdoor underneath her father's feet to open and… rob the only thing that kept him from choking to his death.
He hung by the neck, his legs kicking and flailing as his arms remained tied behind his back.
Arabella lacked the words, the air, the colors… All of it was gone, swiped out of her mind, leaving it utterly blank.
The sound of him suffocating and convulsing did not help either. The whole thing only lasted for seconds, but to her, it dragged on for… Ever.
