As the hours stretched on, Celeste's impatience grew like a storm brewing within her. The confinements of the prison cell seemed to tighten around her, feeding her frustration. Her inability to transform and escape only fueled the flames of her agitation, pushing her closer to the edge. The attendant, a helpless witness to her building anger, became the unfortunate target of her pent-up fury.
With a sudden and violent surge of emotion, Celeste seized the attendant's arm, her grip firm and unrelenting. A torrent of slaps and kicks followed, a release of her pent-up rage that echoed in the confined space. Each strike was a manifestation of her impatience, her frustration, and her need for control in a situation that seemed increasingly uncontrollable.
The attendant's sobs and pleas for mer
