Ravina was drowning in pain, her throat constricted by the claws digging into her neck. Each breath was a struggle, and the taste of blood filled her mouth, suffocating her further. Coughing only worsened the situation, causing the claws to cut deeper and intensify her agony.
Suddenly, a violent crash shattered the room, the wall breaking down and revealing the chaos unfolding outside. Through her haze of pain, Ravina caught a glimpsed Nazneen of, holding a woman drenched in blood in the crook of her arm. "Is this your sister?" Nazneen asked, her voice mocking.
Ravina could feel Zoila stiffen, but instead of releasing her grip, she tightened it even further. "Release her!" Ravina heard Nazneen's commanding voice.
"No. You release the woman first!" Nazneen's determination rang through the room.
Zoila defiantly refused. "That won't happen!"
"Then your sister will be dead," Nazneen warned, her words heavy with consequence.
