Isabelle felt her stomach sink to the bottom of her shoes.
Her ears were ringing like doorbells, and her mouth was painfully dry.
Her nerves were in a constant state of shutting down and setting themselves on fire all at once.
Air wouldn't fill her lungs the way that it was supposed to.
But she still somehow managed to stammer out a few words that were barely louder than a mouse's laughter.
"W-...What did you say...?"
Her father did not budge or repeat himself. A fact that emboldened great anger within her form.
The world around her burned away, replaced by a bright red landscape.
All she could hear were the echoes of the mother she lost, and the face of the man who had taken her from her.
Her visage split apart, becoming a rabid, dreadful thing to behold.
On black wings as big as twin towers, she shot into the sky.
Her rage propelled her like a great force. She struck the barrier separating them and tore through it with razor-edged claws.
