But that wasn't all. A vicious glint flashed in Josie Quinn's eyes as she delivered three more kicks!
She precisely and viciously stomped on his other hand and both of his knees.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A series of sickening bone-cracking sounds echoed one after another!
The man, like a dismantled marionette, had his limbs twisted at bizarre angles. He had completely lost all ability to move, able to do nothing but writhe and wail in the snow like a maggot.
"You... you venomous bitch! What are you doing? Kill me! Just give me a quick death!" he roared, fear finally overwhelming the pain.
Josie Quinn sneered, bent down, and roughly grabbed the sleeve on one of his broken arms. Just like that, she began dragging him down the mountain, her steps stumbling through the deep snow.
A long drag mark, mixed with fresh blood, was left in the cold snow.
"You... where are you taking me? Let me go!" the man struggled in terror, which only intensified his agony.
