[ CW ] And then she whispered , `` No . '' The story ends with this line .

He had her right where he wanted wanted: tied up to a pole, the ropes binding her tight. Even now she struggled as she always had, her arms pressing against the bound ropes, leaving red marks upon her arms. Her eyes still held the same defiance he had seen in her on brighter days, but today was not a bright day. It was dark, clouds blocking the Sun, and he closed in on her, near enough so he could see her beg. 
 `` Why?'' The first emotion that came out was pain and betrayal, a hurt that echoed in his hollow body. 
 `` It is, who I am.'' She spoke with a dreadful calmness that terrified him. `` You were always too blind to see me for who I am.'' 
 `` I ca n't believe I saw myself in you. Filthy witch.'' Her condescending tone brought about an anger he did n't know he was capable of. 
 `` As you should. We are the same. My blood runs in your veins.'' A fact he had not wanted to be reminded of. He spat at her face. 
 `` I would have chosen to die out in the woods than be rescued by a witch.'' Even the thought was repulsive. 
 She did not respond. Her lips were pressed into a line: silent, contemplating. Her devious eyes danced, and he could feel his skin crawl in disgust. 
 `` Time for you to meet your end, monster.'' He sneered. He backed off, and with a swing of his arm brought the torch down, fire lighting up wood, flames swallowing it whole. 
 `` Any last words?'' 
 At that moment, she smiled: a smile so cold that chilled him to the bone. 
 The sky rumbled, and rain poured from the heavens. 
 And then she whispered, `` No.''
