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CHAPTER NINETY THREE

CAMILLE'S POV :

I woke up to a cold splash of water on my face. My eyes flew open, and I immediately realized that I was tied to a chair. Panic set in as I struggled to free myself, but the ropes were too tight. I turned my head and John standing in front of me, a cruel smirk on his face.

"Why are you doing this? Why have you tied me up?" I asked, my voice firm.

The man sneered. "You'll find out soon enough. But for now, just know that you're here because I want something from you."

My heart raced as I tried to think of a way out of this situation.

"Now tell me how you were able to get into that old house because the last time I checked no one had been able to go into that place for years and you just come and you could" he stated. Oh I see, so that was the problem. I didn't say anything, just kept my mouth shut.

"Answer me!" He screamed at my face.

"Gross John, did you have to bathe me with your filthy spit" I said feeling so disgusted. What I said an