Chapter 8

I pulled her hands away, pushing her behind the truck.

She quickly scrambled up, shouting, "Eames, don't leave me!"

She ran towards the truck again, grabbing hold of the side.

"Eames, take me wherever you go. I can't live without you."

I tried forcefully to pry her hands loose. The bandaged one was already soaked through with blood.

The unbandaged hand clung to the truck, knuckles white and veins bulging from the effort.

Her face showed desperate determination.

No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't let go.

The truck slowly started moving.

Due to my obstruction, she never managed to come up.

As the truck sped up, she held on with both hands, her feet scrambling to keep up.

After all the struggle, her hair was a mess.

The truck went faster and faster. Her feet couldn't keep up anymore, dragging along the ground.

My subordinate asked, "Eames, what should we do?"

I spoke slowly, "Keep driving normally."

Soon, she lost one shoe, then the other.