Ariana didn't speak, conserving her energy, and took control of their exhausted and hungry body, forcing Shea to rest.
She bit down on the item in her mouth, her saliva already soaking through it, squeezing out a bit of moisture for her to absorb, forcing herself to move in pain, inching towards the direction of the high heels.
Her hands and feet were already numb with pain; she needed to rescue herself quickly, or else her nerves might be permanently damaged.
By the time she's rescued, the irreversible damage to her hands might mean she can no longer play the violin.
She didn't know how long it had taken, only that the skin on one side of her body felt like it had been worn bare, but finally, she retrieved that shoe.
Ariana asked: "What now?"
She didn't know what Shea wanted with the shoe, so as soon as she got it, she immediately asked, watching as Shea held the shoe behind her back, painfully rolling a few times before collapsing into the corner by the window.
