"York! Help!" Thea's voice is shrill but distinct to York's ears. She sounds scared but fighting. He knows so well that at this moment, she might be trying to extricate herself from Mr. Howard's who may be trying to get into her at this moment.
York gritted his teeth, picturing those things in his mind. The veins in his arms starting to get more visible. Like he had put his entire strength in there, not only to his hand but even in his jawline, those veins wilfully show.
Taking his deepest breath, York punches the door, repeatedly pounding over it, denting the wood, deliberately and gradually. However, it's not enough for him. He needs to open it fast before anything might happen to Thea. He tried to kick the door; it cracks, showing partly what's inside, but it's mostly the lower part, approximately only the side of the floor is visible, and the door lock is firmly holding and stable.
