Apparently I'm not allowed

Silence fell all around Selena. For a moment she felt as if she’d gone deaf, then the little girl whimpered. The mother shushed her and clutched her tighter as they huddled in the corner. “Now, see, you be scarin’ the poor girl. Don’t worry, Princess, this is how things have to be.” The man said. He was a big man, easily six feet tall, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as Selena’s thighs. He had a bushy dark beard and shaggy shoulder-length hair. He was dressed in all black, olden-style clothes, with heavy leather boots. In his hands was an axe handle.The woman and her daughter were clad in dresses of a similar olden style, possibly nineteenth century. The woman’s left arm hung at an odd angle, probably recently broken by the axe handle, and her face was bleeding from a gash in the center of a large bruise that spread across the right side of her face. The man had moved away from the only door to the room around to the other side of the heavy wardrobe next to it. “Get up! Run for the door! You can make it! Please.” Selena screamed at the woman, but no one reacted. They couldn’t hear her. The man placed his big shoulder against the wardrobe and heaved it over in front of the door with a loud crash. The girl and her mother screamed.“It don’t be a thing to be scared of, Princess. Things will be all right soon enough. Yer momma made a mistake an’ I got to fix it, that’s all.” Selena shuddered. The calmness in his voice was terrifying. He wasn’t yelling and didn’t sound hysterical, he was just matter of fact about it. “John! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop! Punish me if you want to, but let Ellie go.” The woman sobbed. She was hysterical. “You know it’s too late for that. Too late by far.” He actually sounded sad as he picked up the lamp from the table. It was an old glass oil lamp like you’d see in the movies. Selena tried to grab it from his hands, but couldn’t grip it, her hands merely sliding off of it.