She let him, and even if she hadn't wanted to she was long past the point of struggling. Down into the darkness they fell landing on thick full trash bags that felt uncomfortably warm and smelled like spoiled food.

As much as she wanted to scream, to cry out in pain as she landed on the burnt half of her body she jammed her good fist into her mouth and bit down till she tasted blood. It did the trick and all that squeaked out was a whimper.

A square of light shone down on them from above, dust and grit fell down into the dumpster with them as the beast thundered around above.