Marcus
"I know, the view from back here is pretty nice," he said with a smirk. He was enjoying the woman's reactions. It was pretty cute, especially while she was wearing that dominatrix outfit.
Before he could see the fruits of his retort, he noticed the whip like curve being sent along the chain to his position. Bracing for impact, he put the clean hand on the chain and tightened his legs so that he could maintain his hold on the bike. True to his predictions, the bike flung into a nearby car, bruising his shoulder. The blood from his hand covered the windshield of the car, sending it into a frenzy. Even so, he held on.
Before he could fully recover, him and his stolen bike was flung into the other side, straight into a truck. This time, he yanked on the chain, pulling himself closer to dodge the truck. "AGH!" he cried in pain. Blood spurted from the wound on his hand. His body was starting to weaken from loss of blood, his head starting to develop a slight headache. It wouldn't be long now before he passed out from blood loss.
"Ok, I know I said the dominatrix thing was pretty nice, but I think I prefer whips to chains," he said, with a light chuckle in between heavy breaths. Using both hands, he gave the chain a mighty tug. Meanwhile, he struck the ground with his feet, sinking his legs into the concrete to force a hard stop.