Amber pressed her palms against the floor and with shaky hands she pushed herself up onto her knees, using the wall to further lift herself. She straightened the raised hairs on her hands when she hugged herself and while pressed up against the freezing door she heard the locks being fiddled with for a second time today.
Her throat was burning and her temples throbbed from the headache that was feeding on her brain. When the door opened, a woman walked confidently toward her. She knew right away that it was a woman's fatigue. The woman dragged a spiked bat behind her and the girl knew exactly what was going to go on.
"So you're being complitated towards Akara. You should know…" The woman showed her face when she squeezed Amber's cheek and forced her to look at her, "I hate when people disrespect him. I hate when perfetic little girls like you show no respect to a leader as powerful as he is." She barked and squeezed Amber's cheeks tighter.
