Isadora screeched—using all the strength she could summon, she forced him off.
She climbed her way through, disregarding the pain as her nails felt like they were busting apart, digging them into the wall with each pull.
A growl escaped her as she emerged at the top and collapsed against the ground, then began crawling away.
"Don't let her get away!"
She heard multiple footsteps, and she was able to sense that two were closer.
They pinned her down, and Isadora thrashed desperately to break free.
She screamed and clawed at them, refusing to let them get their way.
"Why isn't the dose working?"
"I don't know!"
"Hold her down!"
Isadora seethed, fueled by the intent of survival and fury.
She screamed to their faces, kneeling one of them in balls, and he crouched away. She turned to the other, who slammed the back of his hand against her face.
But to his surprise, she turned her bloody features back to him, not a spark of pain or tears, only wrath.
