144 Daley's Plan

At this time, I found that my hands were tied to the sides of the head of the bed, and I grabbed the rope with my hands to slowly sit up.

Daley looked at me like he was looking at prey in a cage trying to escape.

He knew I had nowhere to run, but he still wanted to see what I would come up with. The prey that gives up resistance will only make him lose interest before slaughtering.

“I'm not your prey!” I glared at him. “Don't look at me like that.”

“You lose your mind when you get angry,” he said as he walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, “I taught you, didn't I?”

Yes, he was my teacher. He taught me how to hunt in the dark. He taught me how to be a good hunter. But he never told me what I would do if I became prey one day.

“If you knew I read your text message, why didn't you catch me in the first place?”

I was so stupid! I should have known that his eyes could see through my tricks.