Haunting-Adeline

scream, pain lancing down my neck and shoulders.
The man grabs my arm and works my body out of the driver’s side
window, dragging my body across glass and sharp metal.
“Stop it,” I moan, sobbing as he finally gets me out. “Why are you doing
this?”
Pan ng, the man leans over me and looks me over.
“Once you’re healed up, you’re going to be worth a pre y penny,” he
says, a crooked grin on his face.
“Just get her in the van, Rio. Max’s already going to be pissed we fucked
up his van, so quit fucking around. The police will be here soon.”
Another flash of a grin, “Time to go to sleep, princess.”
And then darkness.