As soon as Diane closed her eyes and placed a palm on the trunk, she felt her hand instantly yanked by something. Hard.
Next, she was half-thrown into the tree. If Mark hadn’t shot out his hand and grabbed her on time, she would have been completely at the mercy of the tree.
Mark gritted his teeth and pulled hard, his heels digging into the dirt. He could feel his grip loosening. “Help,” he gasped.
Andrew jumped to his feet to help. Becky and Logan followed, elongating the chainlet.
They pulled and pulled. Yet no matter how hard they tried, they could not pull Diane out. The force was too strong.