BRIELLE’S POV
"Please, Please..." Those were the only words that flew out of Brielle’s lips when she felt hefty hands pulling her out of the car.
The gunshots from earlier continued to fill the air, increasing in volume, and she could hear voices speaking around her.
Whoever was holding her body had one of his arms around her neck, squeezing it tightly to stop her from talking, and she couldn't even turn to look around.
She kept wiggling, beating the heavy arms around her with her two hands, pulling and struggling, but all her attempts to break free were futile.
Everywhere was dark, and dragging her gaze back toward the stationary vehicle where she had been seated, Brielle’s panic increased as she watched the car become smaller and smaller.
Brielle could still see Madeline seated
