"Help!" The outcry came from the girl on the ground, her hands and legs were tied.
"One more scream and your finger come off." Forsyth threatened.
He had his back on a wall with a tied Mildred close to his feet. They were inside a tiny cavern.
Mildred frighteningly looked at him, her eyes held terror. Something she didn't bother hiding.
"What do you want from me…" Her voice trailed at the end of her speech, she was tired and it was dark.
Forsyth didn't respond as he kept fiddling with the stick at the side of his mouth. He thumped his fingers impatiently, it was an alarming scenery for Mildred.
Everything about him was unnerving to her.
"Stop glancing, little girl. I wouldn't want you falling in love with me." The reply he got was a stare of disbelief.
A reverberating sound was heard, confusing and alerting them.
