"You silly girl," he snarled through clenched teeth, his voice dripping with venom. "You really thought you could outsmart us? You think you could walk out of here like nothing happened?"
His grip tightened around her hair as he pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. The stench of tobacco and sweat made her stomach churn. "If not for the fact that you're already this weak, and our orders say not to kill you yet I would have smashed your pretty little face right into that wall."
Abigail winced, trying not to cry out from the pain in her scalp. Her body was already trembling, her vision half-gone, her knees threatening to give way. She had almost no strength left in her, but somewhere deep within, her will refused to surrender. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not completely.
