Within the few seconds I had attempted to defend my honor, my arms were captured once again, but by the men that had led me here in the first place. Despite how my body pulled away from those hooks, I was launched back by my own efforts, quickly dragged away. My feet dug into the smooth floor to no avail, my mind even more clouded than before, but not with that anxiety -- with rage. With a rage that had to be acted on. With all body restrained, the only part to act upon was a voice.
Just before the door was closed, with one last drag onto the ground, pull towards the covered governor, and everybody else staring at me like I had gone truly mad, I screamed. I screamed as far as to the blank ocean, in one last attempt for my voice and hopes to be heard.
"Then I'll die with this city!"