Is this how it will end?

Ralph Blanton left her on the floor as he stalked off, muttering about his bloodied shirt. 

Sienna just focused on breathing. 

The pain that was in her head slowly travelled to her shoulder and it was enough to make her breaths come in small pants. 

After what seemed like an eternity, someone hauled up upright and untied her, shoving her to walk in a certain direction. 

But her legs gave way and she nearly fell. 

She tried to catch herself but her wrists were bound and so she dropped to her knees with a painful thump. 

The person who had untied her mercilessly dragged her up and on. Sienna stumbled to keep up. 

The room that she was chucked into was far less fancy than the previous one had been. 

While the previous room had been clearly made for entertaining guests, Sienna thought that this room was designed specifically for prisoners like her. 

Windowless and airless, the entire room felt stuffy and smelled stale.