As Felix's grip loosened, Willow shoved aside the pain and whirled around.
This was it — her last chance.
She had to escape. She had to find help.
Stumbling toward the door, she force one foot in front of the other, every step draining what little strength she had left.
Her ears rang, her vision blurred, consciousness dangled by a thread, but she willed herself to stay upright.
She crashed into the door, hand fumbling for the handle. Twisting in frantically — nothing. Her stomach plummeted.
It's was locked from the outside.
"Willow, you're dead meat." Felix voice boomed from behind her.
As she turned, Felix lunged forward, his fingers encircling her neck with a vice - like grip.
The sudden tightness stole her breath, sending her head spinning. Panic surged through her as she futilely scratched at his unyielding hands.
"Let....let me go..." Willow manage to choke out, her worsst barely a whisper amidst her struggle.
