Fear and Grievance

"You got the wrong person!" After a sneer, Peter stood up and squatted in front of me. He looked at me with a faint smile. "Kelly, are you afraid?" I tilted my head and felt that Alice's hand was trembling. "The truth?" "Of course," Peter said with certainty. "To be honest, not at all." I was a bit speechless. The eyebrow razor didn't bring me a touch of pain. Someone had tried to bury me alive, and I had fallen down the cliff too. Therefore, how could an eyebrow razor scare me? "Forget it. I planned to give her the ransom if you begged me." Peter stood up with regret. With his arms crossed, he pouted. "How could you pout with anger at such an old age?" I rolled my eyes at Peter. Then, I said to Alice, "You got the wrong person. Why should he pay the ransom for me?" Staring at me with her watery eyes, Alice roared at me, "Do you look down upon me?" Right then, a cold and steady voice came. "You did get the wrong person!" It was Carroll. He came with Terry and Jason. My heart pounded li