Susan’s POV.
I can feel someone is carrying me and taking me somewhere, but my hands and legs are too weak to respond to my brain. Who is doing this to me? Is it Gary? What is he trying to do? Soon I felt the softness of cloth. I must be in bed. But why I am unable to open my eyes? Why am I feeling this weak?
For sometimes, there was no sound and no movements. So I thought I was just provided with a room to rest and soon a doctor will come to do my checkup. So I relaxed and slept without thinking anything.
Soon my mind woke up with the sound of running water. Who is there? I wanted to ask but still paralyzed. I lied down still so that whoever he is will put his guard down, and then I will take care of the bastard.
But how? I can’t move. I don’t know where I am and with who I am.
Soo
