The sound echoes up the walls of the chasm and reaches her ears. It is a disheartening cry, full of pain and anger and frustration, and she shudders in spite of herself. The creature below is not evil, not purposefully malevolent. It is a dumb animal, chained and abused, starved, turned into a weapon by one whose evil was beyond doubt. It is as much a victim as those poor souls it has killed.
She will destroy it, as she destroyed its master, but she will take no pleasure beyond the knowledge that she has released it from its misery.