When the door opened and determined feet followed inside, moving slowly and with purpose nothing could be done. Swallowing back the sobs that threatened, a lump pressed hard against her throat. The only exit that behind the woman cooing out threats. Shaking, she held a hand over her mouth afraid she might breathe too loud. Her back pressed hard against the wall, as far away from the table's edge as possible.
Eyes large, the woman began to sob instinctively before Isla dragged her out of her hiding spot. "No! Oh God! Please! Why are you doing this?" She cried, thrashing.