Chapter 109: Points Of Mistrust.
Taking a full survey of the environment, Sarah-Jane eyes sharpened as she planned her escape. From the look in that creepy guy’s eyes, she wasn’t sure of her survival here.
Walking down the staircase on her toe to avoid noise since it was late night and an unusual hour for one to be awake, she tried to be extremely careful to not catch the guard’s eyes.
Listening to her environment, she caught a quick sound of footsteps coming towards her. Swiftly hiding behind the patio, she breathed slowly as she waited for the footstep to die off.
Ten seconds later, she finally stopped hearing the sound. Peeking her head out, she secretly scanned the place, and when the pitch night living room seemed empty again, she walked out of her hiding place.
The moment she walked out of her hiding place, her soul left her when she felt a strong arm grab her waist tightly and stopped her from moving.
"Let me go," she panicked as her breathing increased ten times the normal rate, "Who are you? Let me go," she finally screamed when rather than letting her go, the "ghost" lifted her off her feet and dropped her harshly on his shoulder like a potato sack.
"Ahh," she whined in pain as the strong shoulder knocked her breath off when her stomach came into pressured contact with it.
"Let me go," she panicked and fought for her life when she felt the figure climbing the staircase.
’No, no. I can’t go back to where I’ve covered up,’ she yelled in their thoughts.