Eleanor dragged Catherina into the storage room, her grip unwavering and unrelenting, as though she were impervious to the protests and resistance. The dim, cramped space seemed to echo the tension between them as Eleanor slammed the door shut with a deafening bang.
Thrown unceremoniously to the cold, hard floor, Catherina let out a yelp of pain before glaring up at Eleanor, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Eleanor, you despicable—!"
Her words cut off when Eleanor stepped closer, her cold, sharp gaze cutting deeper than any insult could.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Catherina hissed, trying to muster as much venom as she could. Yet her voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying her fear.
Eleanor's face remained impassive, her silence more unnerving than any words.