She was trapped with nowhere else to go.
Defeated, she took the rosy apple from the outstretched hand, and bit into the poisoned flesh. Then threw it, hard, at the witch’s face.
If she was going to die, she might as well break the old hag’s nose in the process.
This was written for Day 5 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“. See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.