The Worst Sight
Mrs. Singh screamed in shock. It was a bloody sight. Jenny lay on the floor, battered and bloodied, her pain evident in every bruise and cut. The room bore signs of a violent struggle, a testament to the suffering she had endured.
The officer rushed to her side, shining the flashlight on her face, “She’s breathing. We need to get her out of here fast!” she said, trying to get Jenny conscious.