"If you hurt her, I won't aim to take just your hand next time, I'll take every opportunity I have to end you, if you hurt I'll—" She started but the opening of a door cut her off.
"Nah…" He said, "I think it's yourself who you should be worried about." Just before she could protest he throwed her into the room and locked the door immediately after. The room was dark in which she entered and cold which made her hug herself. The girl squinted her eyes in the darkness and pushed herself off of the floor, trying her best to keep her back straight.
She feeled around the room as she looked for a light, she felt a table and moved around, something potent burning her nose. Finally she pressed her palms against the table and moved around until her hand curved around a flashlight. Amber flicked it on, relieved when it lit up the room as she didn't need batteries.
