Sarah's POV:
We both nodded and walked out of the room. I scanned the area, and it was some old house.
"The kitchen is this way; come."
Our gaze moved to the small table, which contained cigarettes and chessboard. "They are here enjoying themselves while we suffer in there," I thought.
We arrived at the kitchen, and they stood there. "Are you going to watch us cook?" I asked, and the guy nodded.
"We will take turns," they said, leaving one of them to watch us.
"Make some fruit drink first; let them have it while we make the meal," Elma suggested.
I did what she asked because she must have a motive behind it.
After I was done making the drinks, she placed them on a tray and walked to the first guy. He took one and smiled. "I will give this to the others."
