*Beth’s POV*
The place where Zed had trapped me turned out to be a big steel iron box, not a room. Somehow, he transported the beast and me. There were breathing holes in the box's side. Sunlight streamed in through them, and we were moving. I yelled at the top of my lungs, begging him to let me go.
As I screamed, I wondered if he could hear me. If he somehow could just ignore me pleading for help. If he could, he was heartless. I bet he didn’t even have a frown on his perfect face. The lion just watched with a huge grin, panting with excitement. The beast didn’t seem mean, but I waited for its friendly demeanor to drop and rip my throat out.