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The BMW continues on its erratic swivelling, terrorising the pedestrians and fellow vehicles alike.
Inside the car...
"Stop this! I can't take it anymore!" Clarissa hysterically grabs the steering wheel, sending the car spinning around. "You want us to die? We'll die now!" Summoning her strength, she now pushes against Arthur, colliding against his massive frame.
"Damn you, whore!" He curses, his left fingers now grabbing the locks of her beautiful hair and pulling them, ignoring her agonised screams. With a brutal force, he bangs her face against the dashboard, effectively knocking her unconscious. Blood begins to trickle down the dashboard...
Outside the car...
The car is now careening on as if possessed. It is quite clear that the next collision will likely cause some serious destruction...
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