CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN HOW MUCH FOR MY FREEDOM

　　DAHILA

　　I scoffed as I ran my eyes all over his face, "Why remember you? There's nothing to note down on your face apart from ugliness. Have we met before? I pray we didn't."

　　"Dahila..." He called slowly staring at me which was more annoying.

　　"Kidnappers are so funny. Stalk your victim their whole lives before you finally get a chance to strike at them."

　　"So you actually think I'm a kidnapper?"

　　I reached for the neatly sliced apple on a plate in front of him, I dipped my hand and collected a slice, tossing it into my mouth.

　　"Why the long question, isn't that what you're? A kidnapper??" I asked glaring at him and I could see that he was beginning to get angry.

　　"You're really as they described you."

　　"How was I described?"

　　"A torn on Davis Scott's neck. You challenged him so well and…You are also...online..."