She scrambled to her hands and feet and scampered to the opening and turned herself sideways so she could slip through. Her arm was outside the hut and the cool air felt glorious all the way up to her shoulder when one of the dragons grabbed her other arm and yanked her back inside.
The dragons roared.
She screamed as the one who grabbed her raised her high. She was inches from the ceiling of the hut. Her feet, in fact, touched the ceiling. A rush of cobwebs and dust flitted by her eyes and heat seemed to wrap itself around her and begin to suffocate her just as the dragon brought her down from her heights right into the middle of the flame.
She expected to be flying, like before.
She reasoned, just before everything went black, that the doings in the hut were designed to turn her into
