WHEN the door lock inside the Lindt Chocolat Cafe was smashed and some of the hostages ran for their lives, Louisa Hope could not go too.
Even if she wanted to risk it, she couldn’t. She didn’t have the energy needed.
Stricken by multiple sclerosis and requiring a walking stick to get around, the 50-year-old hostage had to bide her time, her physical condition compounded by her sheer exhaustion from the humiliating role the gunman forced her to perform.
The 50-year-old was his human shield, dragged with the gunman every time he moved his position.
Even when his eyelids became heavy, his grip remained on Ms Hope.
A woman who couldn’t fight back. A woman who couldn’t run.
Proof, if there is any need, of his inherent evil.