The world blurred at the edges as Hua Jing felt herself being dragged across the cold, damp floor. Every breath she took burned in her lungs, the low oxygen suffocating her. Her head lolled to the side, dizziness threatening to consume her. If she remained in this place any longer, she would surely die.
Then—
She was lifted.
Two pairs of hands. Strong, unyielding. She tried to move, to resist, but her limbs were weak, unresponsive. Her mind screamed for air, air, air!
Just as she took a desperate gasp—
SPLASH!
Her entire head was plunged into freezing water.
The shock ripped through her system, her body instinctively struggling, but the iron grip on her shoulders held her down.
She thrashed. She kicked.
But the hands didn't let go.
Just as her lungs screamed for relief, she was yanked out. She coughed violently, choking, her throat burning from the sudden lack of air.
Then, a voice roared beside her ear.
