Taking a full survey of the environment, Sarah-Jane eyes sharpened as she planned her escape. From the look in that creepy guy's eyes, she wasn't sure of her survival here.
Walking down the staircase on her toe to avoid noise since it was late night and an unusual hour for one to be awake, she tried to be extremely careful to not catch the guard's eyes.
Listening to her environment, she caught a quick sound of footsteps coming towards her. Swiftly hiding behind the patio, she breathed slowly as she waited for the footstep to die off.
Ten seconds later, she finally stopped hearing the sound. Peeking her head out, she secretly scanned the place, and when the pitch night living room seemed empty again, she walked out of her hiding place.
The moment she walked out of her hiding place, her soul left her when she felt a strong arm grab her waist tightly and stopped her from moving.
