I don't know how long it took before I regained consciousness amidst the bone-chilling cold.
I struggled to open my eyes, but my vision was blurred.
The sack was stuffy and stinky, and the smell of blood almost choked me.
Clenching my teeth, I used all my strength to break free from the sack's restraints and finally crawled out.
The warehouse was empty, leaving only me.
Ethan Smith was gone.
Emma Wilson was gone too.
Only I was left here, like a piece of discarded trash.
I coughed, a rusty taste in my throat.
Trembling, I reached into my pocket, wanting to call my parents and ask them to pick me up.
Ethan Smith was a madman, and Emma Wilson was too.
But just as I pulled out my phone, a figure rushed out of the shadows and slapped me hard across the face!
"Slap!"
The phone flew
