Although the brutal jolt nearly broke my bones, it freed me from the homeless man.
I laid weakly on the ground and allowed my body to be dragged along.
The friction between my skin and the pavement brought a pain so sharp it felt like my skin was being peeled away. Blood splattered in a long trail behind me.
Eula leaned out the car window and laughed hysterically at the sight of my miserable state.
A high-pitched ringing filled my ears. Lights and shadows danced before my eyes.
More than once, I thought I was going to die right there on the street.
The car door opened, and Scott stepped out. He looked thoroughly bored.
He glanced at my sprawled out state with a cold, contemptuous smirk.
