"Please... please! Make it fast...! I mean... take it slow!" Pleading and shouting in agony, my voice echoed throughout the entire ground of the mansion. Grabbing the crest rail of the chair where I was laid upon. Suffering from the sprained ankle. I let my head drop back onto the cushion behind. Florence started to twist gently the part where she holds caressingly. She carefully held it. I was grabbing her neck from the pain that I endured from the fall on the staircases; I thought it was the last.
"Is it still hurting?" she asked, seeing her down, holding my sprained ankle. I stumbled down on the last staircase, which I wasn't aware of; I still have the last one. With my high-heeled black stiletto. We were about to leave the mansion, and then it happened.