Nia Mitchell's face was instantly etched with misery. "Why are you gripping me like this?"
"Speak up!"
Time seemed to freeze. Noises buzzed in her ears, and everything was a cacophony, yet a sliver of clarity kept her from letting her mind wander.
"You... Let me go."
Not far off, Hazel Quartz was furrowing her brows, a puzzled look on her face as she walked in their direction. Nia Mitchell immediately began to panic.
"I won't."
Maxwell Peary, his face dark, still gripped her arm.
"Let me go!"
Nia Mitchell was anxious and immediately reached out her other hand to try and push him away, but his strength had always been far greater than hers; she couldn't budge him at all.
"Let me go, please. I'm begging you."
Nia Mitchell pouted, her expression pleading, on the verge of tears as she watched Hazel Quartz draw closer.
"Where else do you think you can run?"
Maxwell Peary hardened his heart, not softening in the slightest as he questioned her with that same dark expression.
