Madame Naumov fought back the urge to hyperventilate in panic, forcing herself to recall that she was<em>not</em>being strangled or choked to death. She could still breath, even if the gag did prevent her speech and press uncomfortably against her tongue.<br/><br/>As Sergei dashed after her young student, Yelena’s mind leapt into action, trying to calculate if it was worth it to try breaking free of Madeline’s hold. Sure, she could still use her legs, but how far could she go without the use of her arms? She wouldn’t be able to turn any knobs on the doors and…<br/><br/><em>Oh, God, no…</em><br/><br/>The front door.<br/><br/>She’d locked it, per her normal routine, after all the students and parents had officially left - except for Lila.<br/><br/>Lila, who was now locked in with that sick<em>bastard</em>after her.<br/><br/>Ironic that the security measure was now a threat. When had it all gone wrong?<br/><br/>Yelena struggled against Madeline’s grasp, realizing full well there was no real hope of escape. But maybe she could squirm free long enough to catch a glimpse of Lila’s fate. She had to see, had to know what was going on in that hallway.