I closed the bathroom door. When Oliver pushed the door with his shoulder, I was thrown to the front. My feet slid on the tiled floor. When I leaned my back against the door, my heel hit the floor.

I pulled out Colin's phone. The screen lights up as it vibrates. Quinton's name flashed across the screen with Green's figure. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear.

"Please, you need to call the police," I told the caller before he had a chance to speak. "I was kidnapped, and he kidnapped your friend."

Oliver is turning the doorknob. I grabbed the handle and tried to pull it on. Oliver pressed his weight against the door. I couldn't have closed the door much longer with just one hand. I pressed the hands-free button with my thumb and the phone fell to the floor. It bounced and landed beside me. With the screen facing up, I could see that Quinton hadn't hung up yet.

"Diana, let me in!" Oliver shouted at the door.

I held the doorknob with both hands and leaned back to keep the door closed. The muscles in my arms were screaming in pain. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to rush out of my chest.

"My name is Diana," I shouted so Quinton could hear it.

"Colin, what's going on?" The voice said.

"He's been kidnapped!" I shouted. "Call the police."

A loud grunt

The other side of the door. A crack broke in the wood on the frame. Oliver pushed the door open. His gaze quickly fell on the phone. He leaned over to grab it, but I kicked it away. The phone slid over the tiles. I chased the phone, but he grabbed me by the hair. He threw me to the floor. When he pressed his knee against my abdomen, my breath was drained.

"Please." I had trouble breathing and my chest burned. "You need to call the police! He's going to kill me! ”

"Don't be stupid," Oliver said. "You're just a madman." He still tries to pretend he's my psychiatrist.

"Nope! I'm not crazy," I said.

When he reached for the phone, the pressure on my chest lessened. He hung up and I grabbed his knee and rolled over to my side. I struggled to my feet. Oliver put an arm around my neck and pulled me to his chest.

"You're a screw, kitten," he growled in my ear.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

I grabbed Oliver's arm, panting. His other hand was around my waist and pushed me forward.

He pushed me down the hallway. I kicked and screamed. He grunted and tried to hold my hand with his arm around my waist.

He wheeled me into the room, and Colin lay on the bed. When Colin's heart maintains a normal rhythm, the monitor beeps. Oliver dragged me to his bedside. He let me go. I wanted to turn around, but suddenly there was a pain in my face. He hit me in the nose. He kicked me in the back of my knee and caused me to collapse.

I touched my throbbing nose and my fingers were bleeding. Oliver opened the drawer and I heard the sound of metal clashing. Something cold wrapped around my wrist and my arm was jerked to the side. I looked and saw that he had pressed me against the bed frame. I pulled my arm, and the metal stabbed into my flesh.

Oliver took off his thin metal glasses and stroked his face with his hand. He took a deep breath and paced around the room.

"How dare you do that," he said. "You've screwed it all up."

A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth as I turned my head to the side and leaned against the bed frame. This matter is finally coming to an end.

"I should have sold yours," he said. "I should give you to Dr. Alexander before he finds out how difficult you are."

"It's too late," I said. "They'll find me."

Oliver shivered as I spoke. He turned his back to me and shook his head.

"I'll have to go upstairs to fix this," he said. "You'd better hope nothing happens to Colin. I don't know when I'm going to kill again. ”

Oliver went upstairs without turning around. I had to shake my wrists in bed so I could get on my knees. Colin was still unconscious, but I could see his chest heaving with each breath. I leaned back on the bed. Me, the muscles in my shoulder hurt.

As I listened to the beep of Colin's heart monitor, I imagined the police breaking into the house after tracking the phone.

I sat on the floor for hours. As time went on, the severe pain in my back and legs became more severe. I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep. My eyes trembled when I heard a loud scream, followed by a clank of metal.

I jumped on the floor and faced Colin. I can rest my elbows on the mattress. The tilt relieved the discomfort in my back.

"Who's there?" He asked. His voice was hoarse.

He tried to grab the bandage on his face. He struggled with handcuffs. I managed to cover his hand with one of my hands.

"Diana," I said. "I'm a girl in a café."

"The patient?" He asked.

"I'm not actually sick," I said. "Doctors are the ones who are sick."

"Your eyes," he said.

"No,"

Colin jerked his wrist and tried to rip the bandage off his face. I tried to hold his hand, but he broke free of me. He twisted his back, trying to break free of his hands. A beep on the heart monitor sounds.

"That's what he did to me, didn't he?" Colin asked.

"Colin, calm down," I said.

"You're fucking crazy," he said.

"Your friend Quinton called," I told him. "I answered the phone and told him to call the police.

"He blinded me."

"But he won't kill us." "I'm such an idiot."

Colin took a sharp breath. When Oliver hit me, the glasses on my face were knocked off. Colin's face was rather blurry, but I believe I could see a few tears running from under the gauze.

"How could I not believe you?" He asked. "I wanted to help you, but it happened to me."

"Listen, we're getting out of this," I said. Footsteps echoed above us, and someone walked upstairs. Colin sniffled and sobbed. Oliver must have heard the two of us talking and wanted to check on his progress. We listened to him walk around.

The door creaked open. I looked back at the vague figure coming down the stairs. Colin writhed in bondage, his anxiety growing with each step. I looked back at him, and he squeezed my hand. I stroked his knuckles with my thumb.

"Diana, what's wrong with your face?" I jerked my head away. The vague figure turned out to be Ben, not Oliver. He wears a dark jacket. The scarf around the neck was loose. He held my face in both hands. He wears a pair of gloves that are soft on my skin.

The pain in my nose turned into a dull ache. The bottom half of my face was stained with dried blood.

"Oliver hit me," I said. "What are you doing here? Is Bethany talking to Oliver again? ”

"He called her, and she did answer," he said. "She called him on speakerphone, so I heard it all. He's crying, all I know is that you called someone and he's scared the police will come. ”

"The police are coming?"

"I'm not sure, but I've always assured you that we're going to get out of this together."

Colin's handcuffs slammed against the bed rail, making a clanging sound. Ben's eyes raced to the bed. He took his hand away from my face. He stood up, his gaze locked on Colin's.

"Who is this?" He asked.

"Colin," I said. "Oliver kidnapped him and performed surgery on him."

"Please." Colin grabbed his wrist again. "Please take me out of here."

"Is Bethany here with you?" I asked.

"No," he said. "She's not coming."

I looked at him with a frown. His jaw was closed, and his fingers were clenched into fists and fists.

"Why don't you go to the police station?" I asked. "You know they're looking for us."

"Because I told you the two of us were going to get out of it all together," he said.

Ben reached forward, grabbed the pillow, and pulled it out from under Colin's head. He pressed the pillow against Colin's face. Colin struggled under Ben's control. As he tried to push Ben away, his arms and legs swung violently. The beeps from the heart monitor are getting faster and faster.

"What are you doing?" I screamed.

I kicked his leg out and hit him in the shin. Be

The hand gripping the pillow let go for a second, then took a step back, continuing to suffocate Colin. I tried to kick Ben away from him, but I couldn't reach him anymore, and Colin seemed to have stopped moving for a long time. Tears ran down my cheeks as I tried to kick Ben. I stopped kicking when I heard Colin's heart monitor stop beeping.

Ben relaxed from Colin's body. He tucked the pillow behind his head. He walked over to the sink and got some paper towels wet. He knelt before me. He wiped my face with a tissue to wash away the dried blood. I tried to stay away from him.

"You killed him," I said. "Why did you do that?"

"I have to do it," he said. "He's going to ruin my plans." "What's your plan?"

"Let's get out of here."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Ben tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pressed his lips against my forehead. I tried to push him away, but the metal pierced into my skin. Ben leaned back, and I could see a wicked smile on his lips.

"We key," he said.

Ben stood up. Open the cabinet door and take out the bottle. I didn't notice that he had a backpack on the counter until he started loading things to treat with medication.

"Ben, what's going on?" I asked.

"I told you I would get us out of here," he said. "We need to get out of here before the police arrive. All right...... If the police come. ”

The door opened, and Oliver walked down, the stairs creaking. Ben turned. I squinted to see a gun handle sticking out of the waistband of his jeans. His hand hung over the gun.

"Ben," he said. "What are you doing here?"

Ben pulled his gun out of his belt and pointed it at Oliver. He raised his hands and took a step back. Ben pulled the trigger of the gun.

"Get down on your knees," Ben said.

"What are you doing?" Oliver asked, kneeling on the floor.

"Where is the key to the handcuffs?"

"In my pocket." "Slide them off the floor to me."

Oliver reached into his pocket and placed the key on the floor. He slid them across the floor, Ben stepped on them with his shoes.

"Do you have medicine anywhere else besides here?" Ben asked.

Oliver shook his head.

"Good," Ben said. "We're done with you."

My ears were ringing when Ben fired. Oliver's lifeless body lay on its side, lying in a pool of blood.