"No! No, let go of me!" Willow screamed at the top of her lungs as the man dragged her down the hall, yanking her arm so hard she thought it might snap out of its socket.
She'd been screaming since the main room, but no one lifted a finger. Some glanced her way, others just laughed, and most acted like she wasn't even there.
"Shut up!" the man barked, kicking a door open. He shoved her inside, her bag flying across the room as she hit the filthy cold floor hard.
Pain shot up her spine. She glared up at him, trembling but defiant.
"Don't worry," he said with a cruel smile. "I'll look for your friend. But you stay here, okay?"
Willow's breath came ragged. "What are you planning to do to me?"
He tilted his head, amusement twisting his expression. "You're a curious one, huh? Curiosity and patience balance each other. So wait."
And with that, he slammed the door shut.
Willow lurched to her feet and rushed at it, pounding her fists against the metal until her knuckles throbbed.
