#Chapter54
Sydney’s POV:
He said, looking me up and down.
/"This one seems comfortable,/" I said in a whisper as I hurt him by pressing my heels on his feet. He screamed and called someone when he’s about to lose his grip on me.
/"Phoebe. Bring the rope. She’s not going to hear me,/" he said, clutching his teeth in pain.
/"What do you want from me? I don’t have time to waste it on you,/" I struggled as he tied my hands with a rope given by another girl. They got nothing to do with me. All these minutes are getting wasted by these stupid dead people. Even if I want to fight him, I couldn’t do it in this stupid gown and jewellery.
/"Now the princess is looking so good with her hands tied,/" Mason said with a smirk as the old man managed to get up with that girl’s help.
/"Sit down,/" he ordered, like I am his servant.
