Daniel Marshall rushed out of the house.
At the same time, he continually dialed his grandfather's number.
After a while, the old man finally answered the call, his voice harsh, "Meet me at the dock."
Daniel replied anxiously, "Grandfather, I know you're furious and perhaps disappointed in me. Please, don't harm her."
With a hiss, the old man hung up, saying no more.
Daniel tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, hurriedly driving towards the dock.
...
Grace Ziegler's mouth was gagged. She couldn't cry out, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
For the first time in her life, she saw such a grand scale of fear, her eyes filled with alarm and terror.
Upon reaching the dock, Grace was hoisted up.
A slight error, and she would plunge into the sea.
Perhaps, where she would be laid to rest forever.
Tears streamed down Grace's face like broken strings of pearls, she shook her head out of fear.
Her hands ached from being tied so tightly.
