Cynthia only felt a flash of white light, and her body fell into a warm embrace. A familiar scent invaded her nose. She was wrapped in his arms, a large hand protecting her head.
"Bang!"
The impact was severe, and Cynthia felt like her insides were being crushed. The narrow space pressed against her, her consciousness gradually fading. All she could hear was his soft, reassuring voice. "Cynthia, don't be afraid. You'll be okay."
The black car slammed into the guardrail, half of the frame directly deformed. Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Joseph didn't even bother to check the situation and drove the truck away.
Drip.
Wetness landed on her nose, and Cynthia's eyes welled up. Her fingers touched a warm body, sticky with something. Her consciousness was fading bit by bit.
No...
Cyn
