We're Not Taking Advantage of Her

The girl's voice suddenly turned shrill, and the broken arm shot forward like a python that was striking its prey. It flew to grab Chen Ge.

"Don't worry." Chen Ge tightened his fists, and the nails poked through the gaps. He targeted the hand that shot at him and hit it heavily.

"I'm so cold! I'm just underneath your feet! Save me! Save… AH!" The girl's harrowing howl was interrupted by a scream.

"Are you alright?" Chen Ge looked at the broken arm that fell next to him. The hand was very beautiful with tapered fingers, fair fingers, but the back of the hand had been pierced through by a nail, pinning it to the ground.

"Where are you buried? I saw a severed hand earlier, is it yours?" Chen Ge unclenched his palms, which were covered in sweat. Actually, he had been given quite a fright. Thankfully, he had been well prepared to face this situation. The begging ceased, and only a shrill female cursing voice remained.