Maya's wrist burned as Keenan dragged her down the stairs. He pulled hard enough that it felt like her wrist might tear apart. Her eyes swelled with tears as she rushed after him, nearly losing her footing multiple times on the stairs.
He didn't look back, not once. He just kept dragging her onward. Maya didn't know where he was leading her, and she was too scared to speak, let alone ask. She couldn't dare, not after what happened in the dark hallway.
She knew she was about to be punished, and it worsened her fear. She dreaded the cellar, but it could be worse than that. The fact that he didn't say anything made her feel worse.
She frowned as she realized he was not leading her to the cellar as she had feared. Quite unexpected. Perhaps there was somewhere worse past this path, but when he stopped in front of the familiar doors, Maya was unsure how to feel.
