She trashed in your hold but you wouldn’t let her go, not while she was like this. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound echoing off of the her expansive room walls. She was hysterically crying, screaming about how she didn’t mean to do it. How she didn’t know. You wanted to soothe her, to comfort the poor woman but she wouldn’t listen. Only pushing further and further away until you were out of sight and out of range. Oh, the poor, poor woman. “I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to.” She repeated, over and over again until her voice was hoarse and tired.