He had to destroy this woman of evil. This woman he had once wanted with an animal passion.
She had brought him back from a living death, rescued him from degradation. But that had been no act of kindness and love. It had been, instead, part of a deliberate and fiendish plan. For now she felt she owned him, that his life was hers. And she would use him as a piece of machinery, to be discarded on the junk heap the minute his usefulness was over.
Yes, he'd been allowed to live so that he could die.