He quickly turned in the direction of a loud yell for help. The voice had come from a woman, and he immediately thought that Paisley was in trouble.
"No..." he muttered, moving as fast as he could (which was significantly faster than he could a few days ago) toward the voice. He jumped over vines, ducked under branches. A few scrapes later, he made eye contact with a woman.
Not Paisley.
Henrik suddenly felt his kidnappers' hard grips on his arms, he felt himself thrown in a hard stone corner. He tasted blood. He heard his brothers' screams in a chorus of the sound of terrorized children. He felt disgusting, trapped, evil, captive.
All of this, he saw in the eyes of the woman before him. The woman calling for help. Henri was stunned, speechless, paralyzed, traumatized.
"P...Petra..." was all he could breathe. He felt the need to cry, but he was terrified. His stomach hit the ground. They had left her...that had escaped and they had left her there. How did this happen? How had she stumbled on them?