*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"Oh, well… that doesn't sound good… on my part. Sh*t. I'm in deep sh*t, Vid." I muttered and rubbed my temples with my right fingers, and I let out a heavy sigh.
"Indeed, dipshit. Why the heck did you get snatched in the first place, huh? What are you going to do now? You can't even get back here. And I don't even know if you have eaten dinner already. What are you going to eat for the next few days, huh? Tell me! Didn't you put even a one-dollar bill in any of your socks? b*a? Panty? Anywhere in your body? You didn't, did you, Sydney? Tell me! You are going through hell right now! God knows what will happen to you there while broken as f*ck." Vidia ranted worse than my dead grandma and mom combined, and I bit my lower lip because she's damn right. I didn't. I
