34. Headstart

LUCY

My heart raced like a runaway train, the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I struggled against the death grip.

I kicked and writhed, every fiber of my being focused on breaking free from this sudden nightmare.

Panic surged through me as I was forcefully dragged away from the safety of the street and into the alley behind the ice cream parlor.

I looked around, desperate for a way out, but my eyes landed on two more figures in the alley.

One of them, a towering man with bulging muscles, seemed like a bodyguard. His sheer size and intimidating presence sent shivers down my spine.

The other person, a woman, looked strikingly beautiful and crazy at the same time. Her wild pink hair was allover her face and her eyes held a hint a madness that made me uneasy for an instant.

My mind raced, piecing together the situation and I knew I was trapped.

That woman clicked her tongue and pouted in a mocking manner as if she found amusement in my fear. She lifted her hand, bringing it to my f