He must lie here helpless while Corio returned to Vilma—did with her as he pleased!
He'd have to risk a drop into the water with Vilma—there was nothing else to do.
You see, Vilma, dear, this woman—God knows I do not deserve it at her hands!
Vilma nodded, her gaze still held by that chamber of horror.
Cliff felt his stride falter, saw Vilma stumble, and he hurled himself forward furiously, gripping her arm.
Vilma rallied for an instant, and they reached the top of the stairs.
All through the interminable night Cliff and Vilma crouched on the ledge, staring through the barred window.
Cliff heard Vilma utter a suppressed sob, and he turned his head.
As he plodded on his thoughts blended into one fixed idea: he must get to light, must get light to search for Vilma.
He saw Vilma rising slowly; then he looked for the monsters in red.