"FK MY NAME!!! I AM BEING SHOT AT!!"
Just then...one of the gunshots shot the car wheel. The driver kept driving best he can but they both knew they were doomed.
Lena hung up the phone and dialed the next person, James. The phone rang but he didn't pick up.
Lena then called Gary. She knew that whatever happens, Gary can find her. But no luck… he didn't pick up. He must be in the tournament already.
'Damn! Who else can she called!?!'
A name suddenly popped into her mind and she dialed the number. After a few rings, the call was connected.
However, the taxi finally stopped. Lena can hear the other three cars screeching with a stop.
"You have to save me. I know you can save me. I don't want to die but if I die… find my body and make sure I get a good funeral."
At this point, Lena was crying. The men broke the windows, opened the door and grabbed Lena out. She was screaming and kicking.
She doesn't know how to fight but that does not mean she will go without having a fight.
