I forced myself to look at them while holding my cheek. Owen was on top of Jacob with the knife at Jacob. “Owen don’t.” I pleaded. He shook his head while shaking in over-boiling anger. “Owen please. I’ll do anything if you let him go.” Owen got up holding onto Jacob’s collar and said, “Define anything.” Owen had the knife right next to Jacob’s head and I panicked. “It means anything you want me to do, for you, with you. Whatever you want.” I told him. Jacob whispered, “Sofia don’t be so stupid.” Owen barked at Jacob, “Shut up it’s between me and her!” He glared at me, the knife soaring. “Owen please.” I dropped down on my knees and he altered his mood for a second before replacing it with anger again. “I want you to describe anything.” He ordered. I whispered, “I don’t know what you want.” Jacob was pleading with his eyes for me to shut it, but I couldn’t stop. Jacob whimpered as the knife moved closer. “Owen please.” I said again. I couldn’t let anything hurt Jacob and I was starting to run out of options.