Chapter 5 SALLY'S ESCAPE

Sally couldn't think of any way to escape as she sat trembling on the cold marble floor. Her teary eyes followed his every move, while her mind was thinking of every reason and excuse that might have made him kidnap her all of a sudden.

She couldn't think of or recall any mistakes or actions that she ever took towards someone in the past that might have made him act this way towards her. She was sure that she had never met this man before.

She swallowed hard as her heart kept on pounding against her chest as the man in front of her started to unbutton his shirt. The man who helped her get back her purse and tricked her into thinking that he was a good person was actually worse than the thief in the parking lot.

On the other hand, Andy's hands were trembling as they were trying to unbuttone his white shirt. He glanced at the girl who was sobbing on the floor before he took off his shirt and threw it aside.

She breathed hard at the same time she tried to beg him to spare her. "Please, I will give you anything as long as you let me go." Andy stepped forward and pulled her collar up with one hand. She avoided his murderous gaze as she tried to push him away.

"You," Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Help me." Before he could finish his words, his grip loosened on her collar as his body collapsed onto the floor.

Watching the unknown man in front of her fall unconscious on his back on the floor with a white bandage wrapped around his waist, Sally fell back a few steps in panic before she turned to grab the doorknob and prepared to run away.

She paused and turned back around to take another look at him.

He was the same guy from that VIP room, she thought as she looked at the white bandage that was now soaked in red blood. She took a step towards his body, then kneeled down onto the floor.

She debated, Should I run or help him? as she raised her hands, which were shaking in fear and anxiety, to place them on his forehead. Why is his body temperature so high? she thought before she measured his pulse at his neck.

His pulse is so weak. If I don't help him now, he could die.

Grabbing his muscular forearm, she placed it around her shoulder before she helped carry him to the nearby king-size bed. He moaned near her ear while he trembled with every step. His high-fever body brushed against her arms, making her blush unconsciously.

She placed him gently on the bed before she rushed to turn on the room's light instead of opening up the room's curtain.

He probably didn't want others to know about his wound, she thought to herself as she switched on the light switch.

As the light lit up the room, her eyes widened at the sight of the blood dripping all over the floor and the red-stained white shirt that he had thrown aside earlier.

Without hesitating any longer, she rushed to the nightstand, checking every drawer to find the aid kit to help the unconscious man on the bed. She placed the kit on the bed next to him before she began to unwrap his bandage.

Suddenly, his big hand grabbed her, making her widen her eyes in shock. Then he asked her weakly, almost in a whisper, "What are you doing?" Sally opened her mouth and was about to respond, but he passed out once again by letting go of her hand.

She exhaled out loud as she continued removing his bloody bandage. That moment was when she noticed that his body was full of scars. What caught her attention was the deep, cut scar in the middle of his chest.

It looked as if it was caused by the bullet piercing through his chest, Sally thought. She felt pity and sorry for him when she saw all of those scars that covered his body. Then she took a quick glance at his handsome face as she continued cleaning his wound.

Right after she wrapped his wound back up, she went to the bathroom to grab a small towel, then soaked it in the sink water before she brought it back out to gently wipe Andy's face.

His well-defined face made her heart skip a beat every time his warm breath touched her hand. She swallowed hard as she moved down to wipe his neck and then his chest.

He is patient and stupid.

She scolded herself in annoyance as she finished cleaning up his body. She covered him in the furry blanket, then turned back with the intention of running away.

Andy reached out in time to grab her small wrist, making her suddenly turn in his direction. Her eyes widened when she realised he was widely awake. Fear came back and possessed her, making her start to struggle in his grip.

He let her go easily, causing her to tremble and take a few steps backward. He moaned in pain as he struggled to help himself sit up. Locking his piercing eyes on her teary eyes, he started to fish his pants' pocket for the car's key.

Sally's lips trembled as she said, "Please, let me go. I just helped you."

Andy pulled the key out and threw it onto the floor in front of her. "Go," he said with a weak-sounding voice.

Bending down to the floor, Sally's trembling hand grabbed the key quickly before she stood back up, staring at the man in front of her.

His brows furrowed when she didn't leave as he demanded. "Get out,"

She hesitated for a second until Andy decided to get off the bed to scare her away.

As soon as she saw him getting up on his feet, Sally started to unlock the door and ran out in panic. Her heart pounded hard against her chest as she sprinted out of the house, passing all the people who were looking at her.

She clicked the remote to unlock her car and wasted no time before starting it up and driving away.

Andy walked to the window with one hand covering his deep wound. Opening up the curtain, he watched the girl, whom he had just kidnapped earlier, run for her life. As her car started to take off, his grip on the curtain started to tighten as he closed his hand into a fist.