A scream nearly tore out form Zelphina's throat as she was forcibly pulled out of the closet, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
Yet, despite her dire situation, she knew she had to maintain her silence to avoid alerting anyone to her presence.
But she couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped her lips. The grip on her hair was unrelenting, as if it intended to yank a handful from her scalp.
He was pulling her locks hard enough for her knees to hover above the ground. She tried to rise to her full height with the intention to reduce the pain, but somehow he managed to keep her in place.
Zelphina felt utterly helpless and she desperately attempted to free herself from the firm hold, her fingers struggling to pry the hand away.
"Please... let me go," she pleaded, nearly on the verge of tears. "Please..."
Instantly, Fabian released his grip, causing her to collapse to her knees with a loud thud.
