Carlos's heart sank as Edgar's words washed over him, each syllable chilling him to the bone. The air in the room seemed to grow colder, and the comforting warmth from the blanket could no longer stave off the deep, creeping dread that filled his body. His fingers instinctively curled into his palms as he imagined the gruesome threat becoming reality.
"Please, Edgar, you don't have to do this," Carlos pleaded, his voice quivering. "There has to be another way. I can try to contact her, maybe she'll respond if she knows I'm in danger."Edgar regarded Carlos with a steady, unyielding gaze. "We've tried the easy ways, and time is a luxury we can no longer afford," he replied, his tone resolute yet tinged with a hint of regret. "This is not just about you or her — it's about a debt that must be paid. Unfortunately for you, you are caught in the middle."Carlos's mind raced for solutions, desperate to avoid the gruesome fate Edgar had laid out. "Let me try to reach out to her. Give me a chance. Please," he insisted, his voice growing stronger with his resolve.After a moment of silent contemplation, Edgar's expression softened slightly. "Alright, Carlos. I'll give you till morning. Try to contact her," he conceded, handing Carlos a cellphone. "This is your lifeline. Use it wisely. I hope for your sake she answers." He then turned to one of his men, saying, "Stay here with him. If he tries anything suspicious, shoot him in the leg."With an affirming nod, the man replied, "Yes, sir."Grasping the phone with trembling hands, Carlos felt the weight of his next actions pressing down on him like a heavy stone. As Edgar departed, leaving Carlos isolated with his thoughts, one of his men stood guard, his eyes fixed on Carlos with an intensity that made the dim warehouse light cast long, ominous shadows around him, mirroring the darkness that seemed to encroach upon his hopes.Throughout the night, Carlos tried every means to reach Olivia, sending messages and making calls that went unanswered. Each passing hour heightened his anxiety, the ticking clock a relentless reminder of the approaching deadline. As dawn broke, the reality set in — Olivia had not responded.Edgar returned as promised, his face an unreadable mask. "Time's up, Carlos," he declared. "Looks like you're not as important to her as we thought. You're just another victim caught in the web. So, which finger should we start with?" He asked, his voice devoid of emotion.Swallowing hard, Carlos met Edgar's gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "I know I couldn't get in touch with her," he admitted, his voice steady despite the despair that threatened to overwhelm him. "But I'm still willing to help. Please, there has to be something else we can do."With a pitiful look and a disappointing headshake, Edgar continued, "I'm sorry, my boy, but this is the end of the road for you." He then signaled to his men, "Bring him."Despite Carlos's valiant resistance, using every ounce of strength he had left to fight off the two men charging against him, he was overpowered and dragged along the floor to a very small, dark room that smelled of death. The sound of his screams for help echoed off the walls, a desperate plea in the face of impending doom.Forcefully tied down to a wooden chair in the room, Carlos continued to struggle, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. Edgar, now wearing gloves and wielding a sharp, menacing tool, approached Carlos with a chilling calmness. "You can scream all you like, boy. No one is coming to save you," he taunted, his voice laced with malice.Just as Edgar was about to begin his cruel operation, his phone rang, startling him. He stepped out of the room to answer the call, leaving his henchmen to watch over Carlos. After a moment, Edgar returned, his expression unreadable. With a subtle signal to his men, they all quietly left the room, leaving Carlos alone. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Carlos's frantic breathing and the distant hum of the warehouse.Alone in the darkness, Carlos's mind raced with thoughts of escape, his breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. And after what felt like an eternity, the door to the small room suddenly burst open, flooding the space with blinding light from several flashlights. The room was filled with the authoritative shouts of police officers, their guns trained on Carlos. "Freeze! Police!" they commanded, their voices echoing with urgency.Carlos, overwhelmed with relief at the sight of the police, shouted, "I am unharmed, please save me," his voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.As one of the officers untied Carlos, the rest of the police team rushed out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse as they chased after Edgar and his men. With his hands finally free, Carlos rubbed his wrists, feeling the circulation return and the numbness dissipate."Are you okay? Can you walk?" the officer asked, his voice filled with concern.Carlos nodded, though he felt weak and shaky. "Yes, I think so," he replied, grateful for the officer's help. With a supportive arm around his waist, Carlos stood up, his legs wobbly from being tied down for so long. The officer steadied him as they began to make their way out of the dark, oppressive room."How did you find me?" Carlos asked, his voice trembling with exhaustion and relief."We received a tip about suspicious activity in this area," the officer explained, guiding Carlos towards the exit. "We didn't know what to expect, but we're glad we found you in time."As Carlos emerged from the warehouse, he was greeted by the blinding lights of police vehicles and the piercing sound of sirens. Medics rushed forward to attend to him, checking him over for any injuries. Led to a waiting ambulance, Carlos couldn't shake the worry for Olivia from his mind. He hoped she was safe and hadn't fallen into Edgar's clutches.SEVERAL HOURS AGO.OLIVIA'S POVThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the motel parking lot as Olivia stepped out of her room. She had a purpose in her step, a determination in her eyes as she made her way through the motel hallway to the receptionist's desk. The receptionist, a middle - aged woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile, looked up as Olivia approached."Hi," Olivia greeted her, returning the smile. "I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest pharmacy? I need to pick up a few things."The receptionist nodded, her smile widening. "Of course, ma'am. Once you're outside, follow the road to your left. Keep walking until you get to the first bus stop. It's not too far from here. Cross to the other side of the road, then continue down the street. You'll see a big store, can't miss it. That's ADANN's store. They should have what you're looking for.""Thank you so much," Olivia replied, gratitude evident in her voice. She appreciated the detailed d
"What are you doing here?" the voice was tinged with disbelief, framing the doorway with cautious curiosity.Olivia, undeterred by the skepticism, flashed a warm smile. "Hey, Jon, how are you doing?" Her greeting hung in the air, met only by Jon's unwavering stare.Sensing the tension, Olivia tried to lighten the mood. "At least invite me in first. Are you not happy to see me?"Jon's face twisted into a scowl. "And why would I do that? You show up out of nowhere, and now you want to waltz in like nothing happened?"Olivia, knowing Jon had every right to be upset, continued, her voice tinged with desperation. "I'm sorry, but please, I need your help."Jon, surprised by her bold move despite their past differences, replied, "And why in the seven hells would I help you?"With a deep sigh, Olivia continued, knowing she had nowhere else to turn. "I know we've had our differences over the years, but please, you know I wouldn't even come to you if it's not a matter of..." She paused, the tho
As they walked through the front door into the living room, Olivia couldn't help but admire the family pictures adorning the walls. Stopping at one that featured Jon's wife and their daughter, she couldn't resist the temptation to touch its frame. "I take it this is your daughter?" she inquired softly.Jon, leading the way, nodded affirmatively. "Yes.""What's her name?" Olivia asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.Jon's smile widened with pride. "Kourtney. Named after her grandmother.""What a beautiful name," Olivia remarked, her fingers lingering on the picture's glass. "She's pretty, just like her mom. And her eyes... she has her mother's eyes," she added, referring to Jon's wife's eyes.Jon nodded in agreement. "Yes, she does. She's a carbon copy of Hannah through and through."As they settled into the living room, Olivia took a seat on the couch. Jon, standing in front of her, asked, "Would you like to have anything?""I'm fine," Olivia replied.Jon went to the refrige
Hidden in the woods, Olivia watched as Carlos was pulled out of the old, decrepit warehouse. The sounds of frogs and crickets filled the air, and the first light of morning began to pierce through the darkness. Tears streamed down her face; her mission was accomplished. Although every atom in her body wanted to rush to Carlos as he was loaded into the ambulance and tell him how sorry she was for all he had suffered because of her, she restrained herself and quietly left the premises.'THREE WEEKS LATER'In the late hours of the day, Carlos sat on his couch in his Manhattan residence, his phone in his hands. Pictures moved on the large flat TV in the background as he scrolled through several unanswered messages he had sent to Olivia over the past weeks, trying to reach her to know if she was safe.Her safety was paramount to Carlos, and he felt responsible for Olivia. As he contemplated, he muttered to himself, "Something is definitely wrong. Why is she not responding to any of my call
As Carlos and his friends stepped into the restaurant, they were enveloped in a completely different atmosphere, like stepping into a new world. The scent of tantalizing Italian dishes filled the air, enticing their senses. Finding empty seats in a corner, they quickly settled in. A waitress approached their table, menu in hand, and greeted them warmly. "Welcome to R&S, my beautiful people. What will you be having today?" Toby, taken aback by her beauty, looked up and jokingly asked, "Do you come with the menu? Because I'll have you all day, all night." The waitress, smiling, flashed the ring on her finger and replied, "Sorry, I'm afraid not." Toby, disappointed but amused, responded, "That must be one lucky man." The waitress nodded in agreement, "Yes, he is." Witnessing the exchange, Carlos picked up the menu and politely interjected, "Give us a minute to go through the list. We'll let you know when we're ready to place our order. Thank you." "Of course, sir," the waitress ac
After a lengthy day in court, Carlos found himself sitting in his car amidst the evening traffic. The stars shimmered above as the night unfolded. Suddenly, a notification flashed on his car display, revealing Toby's name, his close friend and colleague from work. Without hesitation, Carlos answered the call, skillfully navigating the traffic with the city lights as his backdrop."Hey, man, what's up?" Carlos inquired, his attention divided between Toby's voice and the changing traffic lights.Toby, who had been awaiting Carlos's arrival at the club, raised his voice over the thumping beats of the background music, his concern evident. "Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. What's going on?"Stuck on New York's bustling highway, Carlos defended himself, the frustration palpable in his voice. "I'm sorry, I'm stuck in this traffic," he snapped, punctuating his words with three sharp honks, venting his mounting frustration.Empathizing with Carlos, Toby acknowledged th
"You don't have to be scared, pretty boy. I was just messing around with you," she said, touching her chest in a gesture of amusement. She continued, expressing a bit of disappointment in how quickly he had given up on the pursuit. "But you gave up too soon. Now I'm unsure if truly you meant what you said about my eyes, but yes, they are natural. Thank you."Uncertain of how to respond, Carlos stammered, "You know, it's... these days, with... everything going on, it's so easy to... to be accused of... harassment."She regarded him for a moment, her laughter subsiding, and then responded with a smirk, "I get it. But sometimes, you need to trust your instincts. Not everyone is out to get you."Carlos, now somewhat relieved by her unexpected change in tone, nodded in agreement. "You're right. I guess I let the fear of misunderstanding get to me."She extended a hand, finally reciprocating the gesture. "No hard feelings. I would've disclosed my name now to you, but I'll need more convinc
Unable to maintain her prank, she burst into laughter, revealing it was just a joke."Got ya! I was only messing with you. It's nice. Your facial expression when I spat the food out was priceless."After dinner, they settled on the couch, engaged in a light yet connecting conversation. Carlos, enjoying the unpredictability of the night, finally asked, "Can I at least know the first letter of your name? At least I made you laugh during the meal."The lady, with a mysterious smile, replied, "Sure, it's 'O.' But the rest I'll still keep a secret."Knowing the likely intention behind Carlos inviting her over, she changed the conversation. With a seductive, soft spoken voice and unwavering eye contact, "So, pretty boy, I know you want me, I want you too." Gently biting down on her lips, she leaned in closer to him. "Yes... I can see how you've been looking at me all night," she whispered, emphasizing her words with a pause as she undid her shirt buttons. Her perfectly shaped breasts becam