Even inside the narrow wooden casket, Elvira was not entirely free. Though her severed, mangled legs were heavily bound by rusted iron chains that rattled against the pine wood, her hands had been left untouched—unbound, clawing desperately at the edges of her premature grave.
"Olivia, untie me! I'm telling you, let me out!" Elvira shrieked, her voice cracking as she scraped her fingernails against the wooden walls. "You will regret this! You will damn well regret this!"
Olivia didn't blink. She turned her head slightly toward the silver-haired young man beside her. "Leon, can you leave us alone for a moment? I have something to say to her. I want to say my proper goodbyes."
Leon glanced from Olivia's unyielding face down to the thrashing creature in the dirt, then offered a silent, understanding nod. "Alright, as you wish. I'll be waiting just over there."
