"Anna..." he grumbled as he stepped heavily towards me.
I began to back up, staring directly at him.
"Don't think that you're getting out of here like that..." he went on.
I slammed my backside into the door at the very end of the corridor, and then spun myself around.
I threw both of my fists up and began to beat on the hard wood in front of me.
"Help!" I screeched.
I threw my weight from one hip into the door.
"Please, help!" I repeated.
He stepped up behind me and seized my sides.
"No!" I shouted.
He pulled me backwards.
"No! Stop!" I continued to scream.
He threw me down to the ground and released me from his grip.
My back crashed into the hard floor as I glanced up at his figure, which was now hovering overtop me.
He knelt down slightly and snatched up both of my wrist in his hands.
He straightened his back and stepped backwards, forcing my arms to move along with his motions.
I screamed out as he drug my body backwards.
I could hear him let out a quiet laugh.
He started to curve to the left once we were nearing the opposite end of the hall and I strained my neck to see that he was approaching the beginning of the staircase once more.
"No!" I shouted, again, while he took the first backwards step to the room below us.
He turned my body sideways as he took the next two steps, and then I could feel my backside begin to slide onto the wooden steps. After he took the next step, though, I glanced up to see the lower half of my body and threw both of my feet outwards from each other. Then, as he moved one more step downwards, I pushed my toes outwards as well, and hooked the tips of my white sneakers onto the sides of the doorframe.
He attempted to step back, again, but I now held him back.
"Ugh," he muttered under his breath, now tugging harder on my forearms.
I took a deep breath and tightened every inch of my leg muscles.
"Anna!" he shouted, giving one final yank on my arms before he decided to release them and reach over my body, towards my legs.
Before he had a chance to put his hands back on me, however, I threw my head back and reached my hands out to his own legs, which stood directly in front of my forehead.
I shoved my hands towards his ankles and thrusted them backwards.
He let out a grunt as his feet stumbled back and his back straightened out.
I curled my toes further into the wood of doorframe and used my core muscles to jerk myself up to a sitting position. After that, I threw my upper body forwards and fell onto my knees, just on the other side of the doorway.
I heard a chain of bang-like sounds ring out from behind me as I forced myself up to a stand.
And then a silence fell.
Breathing heavily, I carefully stepped back to the doorframe and peeked down the staircase.
He was laying, motionless, his body sprawled out face down on top of the last few steps.
