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Brian's POV
Squid Burger, with the red restaurant name written on the yellow background, the lights in it flicker, and it seems that no one is in it. But I am pretty sure that the source of the smell is in this it.
At the same time, I once again smell the wolves who were chasing me, so I hurry into the restaurant to take shelter.
The back of a tall girl comes into my sight, she is the owner of the smell that makes me feel familiar. I silently walk behind her, cover her mouth with my hand, and say, "Quiet." I try to stay awake, resisting the pain.
She nods, and I let go of my hand. Smelling her scent, my tight nerves gradually relaxed and I can no longer stand. I hit on the ground and fall asleep deeply.
I feel the pain all over my body like being burned by flames, and my naked body was covered with large and small scars under the faint light.
Seeing the thick iron chain like a snake tightly wrapped around my neck, arms, and thighs, my heart falls into the ice cellar. Who would be so cruel to me?
My hands and feet are tied to a stone chair by iron chains. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape. Looking around, I find myself imprisoned in a dark and damp dungeon with dead silence. All I hear is my painful groan and the sound of dripping water.
"Help, someone here?" I scream desperately, suffering from the pain and fear.
At this moment, the voice next to my ears rings: "Wake up, wake up!" At the same time, my shoulders shake violently, and a bright light flashes in front of my eyes.
I try to concentrate, the strong light makes my eyes feel tingling, and I subconsciously block my eyes with my hands, wait, my hands can move freely, it turns out I was dreaming just now!
A girl is shining my eyes with a flashlight, shaking my shoulders strenuously.
"Stop it," I say weakly, feeling dizzy.
"You finally wake up, beauty." The girl mocks.
"I need you to slow those wolves down, there are some wine bottles in the back of the car, and throw at these wolves. Now!" she commands loudly while controlling the steering wheel.
She is not a lady, I think to myself.
"Ok." I manage to prop up my body with my hands, struggling to sit on the back seat on my knees.
"Quickly! You weak chicken!" she screams to me.
"Open the backdoor first!" I retort.
"Fine!"
The back door is opened, a wolf pounces, seeing its sharp claws cut through my face, I grab a glass bottle and slam it down on his head.
He falls to the ground because of pain, and before I have time to rejoice, one after another wolves rush towards me.
The car made a sharp turn and I fall again, "Can't you drive well?" I couldn't help complaining.
"I will try, but quiet!" she yells without looking back.
I have to face the cruel reality, looking at the only three bottles left and the pack of wolves chasing me.
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