#Chapter54

Sydney’s POV:

He said, looking me up and down.

“This one seems comfortable,” I said in a whisper as I hurt him by pressing my heels on his feet. He screamed and called someone when he’s about to lose his grip on me.

“Phoebe. Bring the rope. She’s not going to hear me,” he said, clutching his teeth in pain.

“What do you want from me? I don’t have time to waste it on you,” I struggled as he tied my hands with a rope given by another girl. They got nothing to do with me. All these minutes are getting wasted by these stupid dead people. Even if...