Confused, I peered ahead to see a car blocking our path. A figure emerged from the vehicle, striding purposefully towards us.
It was Benjamin.
Fury etched into his features, he marched towards the driver's door of the car I was trapped in, forcefully wrenching it open.
I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of him; his presence was both unexpected and comforting in the midst of chaos. And as I took in his new car, I realized he bought a new car, which is why I did not recognize it.
As Benjamin's anger erupted like a tempest, I watched with a mixture of horror and disbelief as he forcefully removed the driver f
rom the car, his movements decisive.
The sharp crack of his hand meeting flesh echoed through the air, sending a shiver down my spine as I recoiled in shock.
