ELARA Immediately after the call ended, Jason didn’t hesitate—he used the taser on me. The prongs jabbed into my side, and a white-hot jolt surged through me. My muscles locked in searing pain. I convulsed, a cry catching in my throat, limbs jerking uncontrollably against the seat. The taser didn’t knock me out completely. It just turned my body into a cage of vibrating, white-hot agony. I couldn't move my limbs, but I could feel every bump in the road as the van swerved off the pavement and onto gravel. Dust. I smelled dust and rot. The van skidded to a halt. The side door slid open with a violent clang, letting in the stifling, humid air of the impending storm. "Get her out," Jason ordered. Rough hands grabbed my ankles—my expensive, pearl-studded heels scraping against the metal floor—and dragged me out like a sack of refuse. I hit the ground hard, the gravel biting into my bare shoulders. I gasped, the air rushing back into my paralyzed lungs, but before I could scream,
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