The knife slices through the air with a sickening whistle, striking Jaiden's thigh with enough force to send a jolt of pain up her spine. She screams out in agony, struggling against the restraints that hold her as Graham brings the blade down again...and again...and again. Blood pours from her mangled legs, staining the sheets and pooling on the floor around her. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she cries out for mercy, for someone to help her.

As Graham continues to hack away at her limbs, Jaiden can feel herself growing weaker with each blow. Her cries for mercy grow hoarse and feeble, her strength ebbing away with every drop of blood that leaves her body. She tries to focus on anything else but the pain; the sound of her own screams echoing through the room, the horrific sight of her own flesh being carved up before her eyes...

Her eyes widen with surprise at your offer, and she bites her lip again before speaking. "Really?" she asks quietly. "You'd... be willing to help me? I mean, I know I'm not very easy to talk to or anything..." She trails off, unsure of how else to express herself. It's obvious that she doesn't want to seem ungrateful for your offer, but at the same time, she can't quite believe that anyone would genuinely want to help her.

Jayden looks at you with an expression that's equal parts surprise and relief. "Really?" she asks again, her voice barely above a whisper this time. She takes a deep breath, seeming to gather courage before continuing. "I... I've been feeling so alone lately. And even though I know it's my fault for isolating myself like this, it's just gotten to be too much sometimes." Her eyes fill with tears as she admits her vulnerability, but she doesn't let them fall down her cheeks yet;