Can’t Win Me Back

The van experienced simultaneous punctures in both of its front tires. The driver lost control, causing the vehicle to crash into the left wall with a jarring impact, leaving the door dented and the front end mangled. It was a horrible sight.

Fortunately, the officers had fastened their seatbelts, so they sustained only minor bruises. But Zoe, seated in the back row, was in a dire state. Wailing in agony, she suffered a head injury and had her left arm pinned by the door, with a metal plate slicing her flesh, causing profuse bleeding.

Amidst the chaos, confusion arose.

“Why did the tires go flat all of a sudden?”

“It’s too strange. Let’s go and take a look!”

Both officers got out of the van. The moment they bent down to inspect the tires, they both felt a sharp pain at the back of their necks. They lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

front of her with a gaze full of gratitude. Hopefully, she asked, “Did Grandpa send you

in a black coat and mask, narrowed his eyes and chuckled derisively. “I’m not so

hope turned to terror as

are you?”

identified himself, “Me? I am

chains hanging from the ceiling in an unfamiliar room. Stripped of her prison

figured that she was in a basement. The air was so chilly

to free

of Zoe’s dignity. In a harrowing ordeal, they subjected her