At this time, I found that my hands were tied to the sides of the head of the bed, and I grabbed the rope with my hands to slowly sit up.

Daley looked at me like he was looking at prey in a cage trying to escape.

He knew I had nowhere to run, but he still wanted to see what I would come up with. The prey that gives up resistance will only make him lose interest before slaughtering.

“I'm not your prey!” I glared at him. “Don't look at me like that.”

“You lose your mind when you get angry,” he said as he walked over to me...