Her feet slipped, stumbling wildly on the rickety wooden steps. She fell in a floral heap of dress and limbs and agony on the cobbles.
Gasping with both pain and shock, she scrambled to her unshod feet, a wound on her cheek oozing out blood. She touched it hesitantly, only to whimper out at the sting.
A dark, ominous figure stood in the doorway.
"Take a walk and think about what you just said." The voice sounded like a sword being sharpened; causing shivers from the tip of her spine to the bottom of her toes.
The door slammed shut, leaving her outside.
The person inside ignored the incessant, terrified banging on the door, and the screams for forgiveness that wouldn't be accepted.