After hearing Karen's question, Donald jerked the steering wheel to the right. Karen was caught off guard and plunged forward. Then she hit her head on the windshield. Before she had a chance to say anything, she heard Donald's cold voice. "You asked me where the previous Donald was? Don't you know? He is dead." Donald wore an evil smile on his face, and his voice was hoarse.
His voice sounded like it came from hell. Karen's whole body was shaking, and her thoughts were scattered. While rubbing the back of her head, she tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then Donald grabbed Karen's neck, and it felt like she was being held by iron forceps. His brow furrowed as his mouth turned grim, and his fierceness took her breath away.
