I turned back to her and glared at her viciously. I wished for nothing more than to wipe away that look of contentment on her face with a tight slap.
"You'll stay locked in here till the party's over because I can't have you causing me any trouble. Don't worry, you won't be alone for too long. I promise I'll be back after the party, and then I'll give you a suitable punishment. You'll have to say goodbye to this world sooner than you think," Margallo said and giggled maniacally while I just stared at her in fear and shock.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my strength so I could get up but before I knew it, she was out of the room in the blink of an eye, and the next thing I heard was the clicking of a lock.
The adrenaline rush caused me to move to the door quickly, despite the pain I was starting to feel in my lower belly. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, as expected.
I tried once more and began knocking on the door incessantly. I couldn't call out for anyone because, you know, I'm mute.
I continued knocking on the door hard, not caring that my hand would bleed. I sincerely hoped that somehow, everyone wasn't at the party and that there was still perhaps someone in the hallway who would hear my knocks and come to my rescue.
I kept knocking for a few minutes, only pausing when the sting in my knuckles became unbearable, my hand as red as a cherry. I sighed and slumped down, my back resting on the door for support.
More tears began flowing down my cheeks. What am I going to do? I've been so adamant about finding out the truth, but now that I finally know, I feel useless! What's the use of being aware of the truth, knowing what was going to happen next, but being unable to stop it?