The fork remained stuck because Casey had driven the opposite end into the metal beneath the car seat, causing it to bend. Her actions were intentional. By configuring one end of the fork into a sizable handle and bending the other end into a U-shape, it became impossible to remove without medical assistance.
Davey examined Caseys work and let out an odd chuckle.
The blood on his hand and neck transformed him from an imposing master of the house to a ghastly figure from hell. Even in such a moment, he could muster a laugh. Unbelievable!
With Daveys response still unclear, the driver hesitated to depart.
Just as he was about to inquire again, Davey seized the bent fork handle and pulled forcefully, dragging the large end through.
A large, bloody hole gaped in the palm of his hand.
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Throughout this ordeal, Davey remained almost silent, his brow furrowing as the fork passed through.
The driver stared at the gaping wound in Daveys palm, experiencing a phantom pain as if his hand had been pierced. Davey was formidable!
Davey gestured toward the first-aid kit.
The driver, still in shock, was rendered speechless.
Upon Daveys fingers tapping the car seat, the driver abruptly returned to reality. Apologies Apologies Mr. Glyn!
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The driver promptly retrieved the first-aid kit and meticulously wrapped Daveys hand with gauze.
Displeased by the slow handling, Davey swiftly seized the gauze, wound it around his hand in rapid gestures, and ripped it away. Next, he applied another strip around his neck.
To Davey, the injury was inconsequential. It was merely the source of discomfort caused by Casey, which still troubled him. It was a pain stemming from disappointment. He felt profoundly let down by her!
After fleeing, Casey darted into a bustling restaurant teeming with people. Covered in blood and appearing disheveled, she urgently implored, Please, help me! Call the police!
Noticing Casey trembling uncontrollably, the middle-aged restaurant owner swiftly gestured for her to take a seat.
The owner, a local resident unfamiliar with English but versed in basic foreign language skills, could communicate adequately with Casey.
Casey informed the owner that someone was attempting to kidnap her and pleaded for the owner to call the police.
Initially calming Casey, the owner then rose to retrieve her cellphone and handed it to Casey.
Casey successfully reached the local law enforcement and began providing the address, with the helpful owner assisting by informing her of their location.
As Casey asked again, seeking clarity, the owner was about to respond when a sudden commotion erupted in the restaurant.
A towering figure loomed at the entrance, casting a shadow over the restaurants light! The source of the disturbance was his complete saturation in blood, resembling a figure sculpted from crimson, except for his untouched face.
Caseys expression twisted into terror. Daveys swift awakening caught her off guard. The twisted fork had failed to stop him.
Despite the gauze wrapping around his hand, the large hole in his palm rendered the bandaging ineffective, allowing the bleeding to persist unabated.