Stacy's POV
"No, no!" I heard him yell, and then I was unable to open my eyes. What the hell was going on? I tried to understand what the hell was going on, but I couldn't.
By the time I opened myself, I saw myself being hung. Both my hands were hung, and the rest of my body remained free, but I was unable to free myself.
"What happened, how did you get here?" I asked, but I noticed that he frowned at me.
"Why did you come out of the house, huh? You let yourself be caught, and now we are surrounded by rogues who are going to kill us."
"Kill?" I winced because my arm was starting to get weak due to the pain of my arms bearing my weight.
"Yes, and it's all your fault. Why can't you just stay out? You're the reason all this is happening. You never listen, you're always curious which is something that puts you in so much trouble."
"We are going to escape, don't you worry. No one would kill us."
