"What? So you reckon I should just accept that some man has murdered me and raped me and teased me and tortured me as something that's bound to happen?"
She shook her head, and stood up, heading straight for a wall.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I am NOT talking about it. You can't bloody make me. Let me out!!!" She kicked the wall, slamming her hands on it.
She turned back to Willow, her hair dischevelled and and her face furious.
"Look, I don't doubt you've been through shit. But don't you dare tell me to accept it. Nobody should have to live through this. No one. But I don't know how to deal with it. How the hell do you deal with dying? " she shook her head. "Have you ever been murdered? Ever felt a maniac rip own your chest and snap your ribs and show you your own heart? How would you deal with that, Willow?" she was furious, and the sarcasm in her tone was hard to miss.
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She shook her head, and stood up, heading straight for a wall.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I am NOT talking about it. You can't bloody make me. Let me out!!!" She kicked the wall, slamming her hands on it.
She turned back to Willow, her hair dischevelled and and her face furious.
"Look, I don't doubt you've been through shit. But don't you dare tell me to accept it. Nobody should have to live through this. No one. But I don't know how to deal with it. How the hell do you deal with dying? " she shook her head. "Have you ever been murdered? Ever felt a maniac rip own your chest and snap your ribs and show you your own heart? How would you deal with that, Willow?" she was furious, and the sarcasm in her tone was hard to miss.