"I swear after this, I am never messing with this bastard again," Cressida cursed, panting heavily as she pushed her speed to the absolute limit.
Yet, the heavy footsteps coming from behind told her that she was still far from being saved from this nightmare.
"Please. Please just leave me alone," she begged desperately, her voice cracking with fear.
She wished she could turn back time and stop her previous self from getting greedy and reporting the Grim Reaper to the Slave Trade Guild.
Just thinking about the Slave Trade Guild made her blood boil in hot anger. She had been chased like a rat for more than ten minutes, and they had not appeared to save her even once.
Were they waiting for the undead servants to kill her before they finally showed themselves?
Perhaps this was all part of their twisted ploy from the very beginning.
The more she thought about it, the more likely she found the terrible truth.
