Chapter 140 Shattered Mess

• Crinkly, smokey hands abruptly encircled my throat, and I was gasping for air and coughing. I struggled to breathe, but I was running out of it. For once, the roles were reversed, and I found myself in the driver's seat, my left lower torso squashed against the door. It was impossible to distinguish between the metal and the flesh; the pain was unbearable and constant, as if a thousand meat cleavers were simultaneously slicing me.
• "H-HELP!" I cried out, beating on the window while more dense smoke filled my lungs.
• After the car and lorry collided, I became trapped and couldn't move, but my father was fine and was standing outside the vehicle.