Summer Shawcross's body tensed up, feeling a chill spread down her back, and her heart leapt into her throat!
Could she really be so unlucky, running into something unclean?
The more she thought about it, the more horrified she felt, her entire being felt off!
And the footsteps continued, step by step... coming closer in this direction.
Summer bit her lip, listening to the footsteps getting closer, finally her mind collapsed.
Just as she instinctively took a step back, a large hand suddenly gripped her wrist.
The sudden force on her wrist made her turn pale with fright, and she screamed.
"Ah... mm..." She had just opened her mouth to scream loudly when her lips were covered by a large hand.
A stalker?! She went pale with fright, about to reach out and push the person away, when they suddenly pressed her against the wall, holding both her restless hands together, making her unable to move.
"Quiet, Summer Shawcross!" A man's deep voice sounded in the dark space.
