One glance was enough for her to understand what Allen wanted to do.

She struggled violently and finally broke free of his clutches, landing on the floor with a thud.

Bearing the pain, she scrambled up. But before she could run out of the house, Allen grabbed her waist from behind.

"Don't you dare run!" Allen dragged her toward the house inch by inch.

Larissa was on the verge of despair. Suddenly, the sounds of a piano being played came from downstairs.

She realized quickly that there was someone else in the house. It could only be Freddy.

As if it was her last shred of hope, she screamed, "Freddy! Help me!"

Allen tried to gag her, but she bit his fingers so hard they bled.

The sharp taste of iron infiltrated her mouth. She didn't care. She placed all of her hopes on Freddy.

"Freddy! I'm in the attic! Freddy, call the cops!"

The piano music stopped.

Freddy had obviously heard her screams for help.

But at the same time, Allen had dragged her to the middle of the attic. The s