20 Chapter 20: Upbeat

Their faces are impassive and the only thing that told me that they do not like my presence is their knotted eyebrows. They did not waste a second, the man with free hands, first grab me. The other man put down the jar and grab my other arm. They lifted me up as if I weigh nothing and carried me outside the room. I bit my bottom lip, feeling scared, looking back to the room that protected me the whole day, thinking of sprinting back to its safety. But my lousy strength is no match to the tall, muscled men and their steel-like hold. I am more worried of breaking my arms in the process of breaking free than anything else.