"That's not true!" Felicia yelled.
"Yes, it is!" Vera replied, matching her energy. "You are just afraid you will lose face before her… I mean you already did when she punched you right in the face and broke your nose."
Felicia shot to her feet, her face flushed red and her eyes wild from hunger, humiliation, and four days of suffocating confinement. "Say that again!" she screamed.
Vera pushed herself up as well, brushing the dust from her clothes as though that alone could restore her dignity. "You heard me."
Felicia lunged at her, her fingers locking into Vera's hair, and Vera shrieked as she also interlocked her fingers into Felicia's hair, tugging it as hard as she could. Both of them tumbled onto the hard floor, pulling each other's hair, while the small detention room echoed with their grunts and screams.
"You think you're better than me?!" Felicia hissed as she tried to pin Vera's wrists down.
