C12 Sarah’s pov

I struggled on his shoulder, but it was useless. He had a firm grip on me, and no matter how hard I hit him, he was not going to let go.

Judging from the look on his face before he carried me, he was really pissed and nobody could predict what Mr. Stone would do it if he was angry. I knew I was doomed, and there was no escaping this. He went down to the basement, and in there