Scarlett Yates turned and ran.
The twisted foot immediately sent a piercing pain, making her unable to stop her tears.
She tightly bit her lip, desperately holding back the pain, as she shouted with all her strength while fleeing, "Help, help!"
"Bitch, refusing a toast only to drink a forced one," Blondie's vicious voice sounded behind her, easily catching up and yanking her hair back.
"Help..."
Scarlett's cries for help sounded somewhat hopeless.
All around was silent.
Except for her cries.
She truly regretted not listening to the driver's advice.
Is this what she deserves?
Blondie brutally pulled her hair, the force so intense it seemed he wanted to rip her scalp off along with it.
The pain on her head and ankle combined made her face turn pale, sweating coldly.
Screams for help echoed out, with no movement around.
Scarlett's heart felt as if it was plunging into an icy abyss.
Endless cold surrounded her.
She wouldn't escape today...
