It bucked and strained against its bindings, it rolled, as best it could, trying to find a position that might help dislodge its object of torment but remained unsuccessful. “About fucking time Joey,” the formerly threatened woman yelled regaining her feet, “what were you waiting for?”
“Sorry Page,” Joey, the voice Betty recognized from the phone earlier answered, “waited for a chance to catch her off-guard, thought a cow this size might be able to take us both.”
Hearing the voice refer to her as a cow, Betty recoup from the blow to the head and jumped at the woman who insulted her, knocking them both on the ground. “You!” Betty said in surprise recognizing the young lady from earlier in the day, “What the fu…”
Suddenly, the young woman started to run toward the balcony door but, due to proximity and Betty’s long reach, was stopped as she felt her hair pull her head back.
