Chapter 7
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I just stared at him, my eyes burning with a hatred I never knew I possessed.
Then, as they watched in shock, I used every last atom of my strength to lift the heavy metal canister over my head.
"Emma, what are you doing? You're insane!"
Jason screamed, a genuine fear finally entering his voice.
I ignored him and brought the extinguisher down with a final, desperate heave, smashing it against the side window.
CRACK!
The tempered glass shattered.
Saved.
I didn't care about the shards of glass tearing at my skin.
I scrambled to climb out of the broken window.
But a hand shot in from the outside, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me back with brutal force.
Jason, his face contorted with rage, had pulled the car door open the moment the window broke.
"You bitch! So you were faking it! You still had the strength to smash my car!"
he roared, shoving me violently back into the driver's seat.
Then, he grabbed the roll of tape and began wrapping it around me, pinning me to the seat.
I struggled, but I was too weak.
To my horror, he tore off another piece and slapped it over my mouth and nose.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
The agony of suffocation was immediate and absolute.
Jason leaned in close, his face inches from mine, watching me struggle for air.
"You're too spoiled, Emma,"
he whispered.
"It's time you learned a lesson."
