Ryker ripped my hands off his shirt and kicked me in the chest. The pain from the impact knocked my breath out of my windpipe, and I wheezed. I had barely recovered when someone dragged me by my hair and yanked me to the floor, down the stairs.

I screamed in pain as I struggled with a weak attempt to hold my hair and hold the hand gripping my hair harshly from the roots.

Then there were the stairs; you can imagine the pain of moving a weak body like mine over a flight of stairs. My scream ...