In the confines of her room, Ariana pounded her fists repeatedly against the sturdy door. Her relentless pounding and banging on the door reverberated through the silent corridors of the pack house, creating a commotion that could not be ignored. Each thud was a declaration of her frustration, a plea for freedom. Ethan, alerted by the disturbance, made his way to her door, the air heavy with tension.
As the door swung open, revealing Ariana's figure, the banging on the door ceased. Ariana's eyes, a mixture of defiance and fear, locked onto the imposing figure of Ethan.
"Enough," he commanded, his voice carrying authority but devoid of the usual harshness. "What's all this noise about?"
"Let me out of here! I can't keep being locked up here like some prisoner." Ariana retorted, her frustration still evident. "Let me out or kill me already. I know you're eventually going to do it!"