Carlotta’s right foot touched down and she immediately lunged forward with her hands wrapped around Luna’s neck, slamming the blonde into the metal cage. Carlotta’s lips were screaming: “Who the fuck are you?” But there was no sound - the high pitched whine in Luna’s head continued to mute everything.
Then came a knee into her abs. And another. Each delivering ten tons of raw fury as the brunette pressed for an answer. Luna tried to twist herself free. She squealed (She croaked). She was struggling to breathe and her body recoiled with the anticipation of pain.
But the third strike did not come.
Instead, she found herself flung wide into the opposite wall of the elevator cage.
(To be continued.)