Galen O'Shea
Galen had forced himself to look away when Julia was handed over to the giant child, though the sounds still reached his ears easily enough. It was sickening how the child had already been taught how little her aunt valued other lives. Though there had been a gruesome end for Julia, at least it hadn't been too much in vain. The child had decided that they weren't palatable, leaving him and Thomas with a slightly greater chance of survival. The sadistic she-devil probably had more tortures in mind, but Galen wasn't going to wait around to see what they were. He struggled in her grip once again, finding that he could move his arms a little more than before and reach his knife. He had taken a long time to get it molded and sharpened just right, so he knew the blade well. Galen moved quickly to loose the knife from his belt and once it was free he struck. With luck, he'd manage to sink it into the giant's finger, maybe even between a joint.
