Oliver and I spent three hours scanning the house and frantically piecing together a plan.

Rosik wasn't stupid and locked all the knives away but after a quick inspection I managed to find a sturdy grater that Oliver is now using to sharpen the wooden planks.

It's slow work, but it's working.

I wanted to keep the bottom floor as natural as possible, fighting the urge to grab everything in sight and create an ultimate fire pit upstairs.

We'll have surprise on our side if Rosik doesn't expect us to be within the house, we only have one shot at this.

As I wandered upstairs I grabbed as many frames as I could and hurried to the bathroom to begin smashing them.

Once I had a decent pile of glass I carefully used a jumper as gloves and started scattering piles of glass in places Oliver and I now know to avoid.

I manage to place quite a hefty amount on the fifth step leading upstairs, the shining glass camouflaging well with the wood beneath it.

That should slow him down if we need it to I think to myself proudly.

"Katie!" I hear Oliver call from the other room and my eyes widen as he slides in sight, his battered body appearing in the open entrance at the foot of the stairs.

"He's here?" I whisper, feeling the aches return out of fear and Oliver nods firmly.

"Upstairs. Now." I command and I lunge up the remaining stairs myself, thankfully Oliver manages to leap over the trap stair with ease which is surprising due to his sling not allowing him to grasp the railing.

We rush into the bedroom and as Oliver closes the door I slide my way over to the glass doors leading to the balcony.

Just as Oliver said I can make out a small red boat bobbling on the sand bank and squinting I make out two figures treading across the beach towards the house.

I swallow heavily as my breathing picks up as I notice Rosiks hulking form next to a wiry one.

My eyes widening at the sight of Rosik in a traditional and crisp black suit, I won't marry that monster.

I feel Oliver come up behind me before he places a hand on my shoulder and I gratefully place my hand on top of his.

His hand reminding me to breathe evenly.
I'm not alone in this.

As I raise my hand I notice the twinkle of the ring and frowning I remove my hand from Olivers, my hand turning clammy instantly and I rip the emerald ring off my finger.

"Are we ready to do this?"
Oliver murmurs, eyes trained on Rosik and who I presume to be a Priest judging by the white neck collar peeking out from his jacket.

"If life has taught me one thing then it's that the bad guys keep winning.
It's time we finally fight dirty."
I respond, my voice icy and I clench my fist so tightly that the jewel draws blood.

"You stay here while I go and find my fiance, we won't be long." I hear Rosik call out from downstairs.

Oliver and I are holding our breath, our bodies tense as we listen to Rosik leading the priest inside the house.

"Какой прекрасный дом." The Priests voice is nasally and hearing it I instantly know that he isn't a naive party, this man sounds just as oily as the rest of the men working for Rosik.

This guy needs to go.

"Home?... He said home. I think he's complimenting it." Oliver whispers behind me and I nod firmly, not trusting myself to speak.
Finding that Rosiks voice leaves me breathless with fear.

My mind tormenting me by remembering all the things he grunted to me last night.

The dress is tight and the longer I crouch at the bedroom door the tighter the bodice becomes but it's not until I hear the front door shut that I finally allow myself to straighten silently and rush back over to the balcony window, relieved to see Rosik strolling away from the house.

A spring in his step and his pace frustratingly casual, I can't wait to see his face when he realises the lack of control he has.

We waste no time plotting a way to get rid of our first target, knowing that if this plan is going to work then we need to move quickly and efficiently.

It's now or never. 

Oliver and I rush into the bathroom, Oliver grasping the sharpest plank of wood he could find while I rush over to the remaining shards of glass that I had carefully brushed into various pairs of Rosiks shoes.

With a sharp flick of my wrist the glass collected at the entrance of the shoe is a handy distraction if my aim is good.

Although I was careful collecting the glass I still feel twinkles of pain from invisible flecks that have managed to sneak beneath my flesh.

"Are you ready?" I whisper, having finished directing a plan as we collected what we needed and Oliver nods, confident in not only the plan but in me.

The feeling brings a warm flush to my chest.

"We're doing this for ourselves. For our freedom." Oliver states firmly and I nod, holding his gaze.

He's right, there is nobody left for me to fight for, Rosik took them all away.

For the first time I'm responsible for only myself, Oliver can look after himself.
This time, I'm fighting for me.

We open the bedroom door silently, looking almost comical with our fancy attire and weapons but the gleams in our eyes show that we are far from cracking a joke.

I slide off my heels and leave them by the door, masking our steps as we cautiously walk down the hall and peer down the stairs.

We can hear the Priest humming as we descend the staircase, minding the trap stair we trace the sound to the lounge which we quickly shift our bodies flush along the wall.

Oliver in front and only a few inches from the doorway.

Oliver sends me a side glance which I quickly dredge a smirk up in response, attempting to ease both our nerves as Oliver carefully places down the piece of wood and leans it against the wall.

I notice his good hand is shaking as he releases his protection but pushing through his final nerves Oliver squares his shoulders and grins painfully large at me.

Reminding me of when I first met him years ago when he was playing the part of Eric.

Taking a large gulp of air Oliver doesn't hesitate as he spins on his heel and wanders into the lounge confidently, his focus misleadingly on his cuff-links as he takes the Priest by surprise.

As soon as Oliver has entered the den my smirk drops and I pick up Olivers weapon, my wrist stable and impatient.

"Oh, hello!" Olivers voice is cheery and obnoxiously loud as he addresses the undoubtedly shocked Priest and I hear a tense moment of silence as the Priest assesses the newcomer, my breathing coming to an abrupt halt as a drop of sweat trails down the side of my face.

"Ah, you must be the Priest!"
Oliver continues, my sharp ears picking up on the slight strain beneath his tones and his voice becomes more distant while approaching the man, getting as close as possible.

"And you are?" The Priests English is rough and his accent is so thick that I have to strain my ears, my body now pressed tightly along the doorway, my whole body tingling with the urge to sneak a peak. 

"Oh, well I thought it would be obvious with me looking this good! I'm the fiance, I'm sure my Husband mentioned me?" Oliver is doing remarkably well, blending into his character and the stunned silence in response nearly causes a nervous giggle to break from my lips.

Oliver sounds teasing and there is a rustle of fabric as I imagine Oliver pushing the boundaries as he holds his arms out wide for a hug.

"Husband?! No. That's not right."
The Priest sounds utterly panicked and I lift my hand holding the wood and bite my knuckles, a whoosh of air escaping my lungs in a silent chuckle.

"Oh Darling, I'm so excited!" At this I hear more rustling of clothes and with darling being our code word I know that Oliver has forced the man into an embrace, the grunts of disapproval reaching my ears only confirming it.

Taking my cue I step around the corner to indeed find the Priest wrapped in Olivers one armed grip and locking eyes with Oliver while the Priest has his back to me I nod once in approval.

"What is going on here?!" I yell out, startling the Priest and he gasps, wrenching himself out of Olivers now loosened grip and he quickly turns to face me while I scowl deeply.

"Get away Katie! Rosik doesn't want to marry you, it's me that he's in love with!" Olivers voice has reached an impressive pitch as he screams and the Priest takes a step forward, relief flooding his features as he takes in my dress, the plank of wood carefully hidden behind the bulk of the skirt. 

"Ah, the wife." The Priest states, sighing with utter relief but I keep my unflinching gaze on Oliver as the Priest takes another step forward.

"You liar!" I scream and I take a few steps forward before lifting the shoe in my hand and throwing it in Olivers direction.

Except my grip doesn't loosen on the shoe and instead the shards of glass start flying and land directly into the Priests shocked expression.

A startled scream bursts from his chapped lips and his hands fly to his face, the large shards of glass having stuck to any sensitive piece of flesh they could find.

While the priest struggles I throw the plank of wood towards Oliver and tightening his lips in preparation Oliver stretches his arm back and lands one swift, dull sounding hit on the back of the Priests head.

The force instantly causes the Priests knees to buckle and he is only able to open his blood-shot eyes once more, glancing around blearily before they roll into the back of his head and he slumps onto the carpet.

As soon as he is down Oliver drops to his knees and checks for a pulse, his brow creased in concentration while I barely spare his well-being a thought, instead I begin searching through his pockets robotically.   

"He's got a steady pulse." Oliver states, a breath of relief sneaking out and I don't respond, as I try and find the boat keys somewhere on his body.

But of course that would be too easy and after being content with my search all I have managed to find is the marriage certificates, a wallet with a picture of a young girl, their dark hair matching, a 'Kitty Callers' card and a bible.

"Should we tie him up and leave him outside?" Oliver questions and I ponder for a moment, testing to see if I feel anything for this man but I find myself numb.

That little girl doesn't deserve a shit Dad.
No child does.

"If you can find rope then go ahead, otherwise we'll lock him in a room and let him burn with the rest of the house." My words are detached and I barely recognise them passing through my lips.

I feel Olivers gaze scan my features for a brief moment before my sharp eye-contact forces him to focus back on the task at hand.

"I'll try and pull down the ropes used to close and open the curtains."
Oliver softly says and I nod, pushing myself back onto my feet, the certificates still in my unforgiving grip.

Oliver heads straight to the window while I make my way to the front door, content that the man is going to be out for some time.

Opening the front door and leaning against it I squint off into the distance, there is no sight of Rosik but that doesn't mean he isn't far.

From what I've gathered from brief glances this island seems to be quite small, with only a small pocket of shrubbery in the centre of the island, behind the house and the rest of the island being coated in open beach.
There isn't many places to hide, Rosik knows this.

It won't be much longer until he realises that we've been in the house all along.

Spinning on my heel I rush back up the stairs wordlessly, my expression grim as I dart into the study and finding a red marker on the desk I grin without real happiness as I smooth out the crinkled certificates and with large strokes I graffiti over the official documents.

Snatching a strip of tape and sending a brief glance of appreciation at the unlit fire pit I rush back downstairs and tape the certificate on the front door.

The words 'Fuck RIGHT off!'
Glare back at me and for good measure I drop the ring on the plain doormat before slamming the door shut.

I don't bother locking the door, finding myself morbidly excited for Rosiks return, excitement for this to finally end once and for all.

"Katie? I need help with knots."
Oliver calls out from the lounge and I quickly make my way back into the room, finding the Priest now propped up against the bottom of the couch and his hands folded in front of him.

Oliver is crouching next to him and I'm careful to avoid the leftover pieces of glass on the carpet as I make my way over to the pair.

I tie the man up quickly, starting with his hands and finishing with his feet.

As we heave the Priest into our arms and lug him out the back door we decide to leave him only a few metres from the house, worried that if we spend too long in the open or wander too far from the house then we'll lose our advantage.

Just before we leave his unconscious body I rip the Velcro white collar from around his neck, tossing it over my shoulder and I fight the urge to spit on the pitiful man.

Oliver is uncomfortable I can tell, knowing that if this house does burn down then the explosions that are bound to follow are sure to kill this man but I thread my hand through his and raise a hand to his cheek.

"We don't owe these monsters any pity Oliver. They are the bad guys." I firmly state and Oliver nods once to himself, though his eyes still speak volumes of worry.

"I'll do anything to get us out today but Katie... I don't think I want to hurt anyone else again. I know that I've hurt people before, I may not remember it but I can feel it.
After this I'm done... After this we can both be done." Oliver tightens his hold on my hand and my eyes shine at the thought of all of this finally being over.

The thought so sickeningly sweet that it causes my stomach to roll as we wander back towards the house.

"Let's just disappear after this is over, the two of us. I know that the old me would have liked that and the current one doesn't think it's too bad of an idea either." I ponder the thought, the option of having a future together.

I planned to disappear after this the moment Dana died, but I was so sure that I was going to do it alone.

No more attachments, no more of my weaknesses to exploit.

But looking at Oliver now, from the corner of my eye and appreciating the strength of not only his grip but the confidence in remaining by my side is enthralling.

Oliver isn't pulling me ahead or slowing me down.

We're a team and even with his multitude of injuries and my own deep within I can tell that he is far from weak and neither am I.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." The smile of my face wavers as we enter the kitchen, the words taking us both by surprise because the voice isn't mine and it sounds far from supportive.

"Isn't this cute?" Rosik hums, his hulking form leaning against the bench in the kitchen, his eyes trailing from the each of us to our entwined hands.

His eyes are blank until I make a point of squeezing Olivers hand tighter, now causing a slight crinkle to form between Rosiks brow.

"Oh no Kitty, this won't do. I've never been one for sharing." I swallow roughly at Rosiks bland tones and I find my body wanting to run out the backdoor screaming but I keep my stance stiff.

Everything we planned is already set up in this house.
Sure we didn't expect Rosik until later but the plan is still in action.

"I stumbled across these at the door, I take it that you're angry at me?"
Rosik continues and I flinch as he slams his palm onto the granite bench, the sound echoing as he forces the certificates down.

"I don't want to marry you Rosik."
I force myself to state, glad to find my voice doesn't shake as I release Olivers now clammy hand and cross my arms across my chest.

Rosik keeps his eyes pinned on mine coldly, his head tilts and a strand of his dark hair falls in front of his expression, making him appear all the more sinister.

"That's really no problem. I was only doing it for your sake. I just thought every girl wanted their day in white." Rosik pushes off the bench, now reaching his full height and shrugs his large shoulders inspecting his nails.

"I guess I'm just not like every other girl." I carefully say and I dare to take a few steps forward, attempting to skirt around to the other side of the bench but one sharp glance from Rosik makes me freeze instantly.

The predatory leer lighting his features.

"You certainly are not... Shame though, you certainly look delicious in that dress. No bother though, just means we can skip to me ripping that off your gorgeous body." Rosik makes a point of slowly darting his tongue out and wetting his lips and I lift my chin up high but find that I can only hold his eye-contact for a moment before my knees begin to buckle.

"You have yet to compliment me Brother." Oliver quips and after raking his eyes down my form once with such revolting hunger that I shiver Rosik finally spares a glance to Oliver, the cold look appearing in his eyes once more.

"I was never planning on letting you go tonight. I was going to drown you and leave you out in the ocean, thinking it would be easier for Kitty not to know but look at this... She has lead you to your own death."

Rosik taunts a slow smile lifting his dead features and he takes a step towards Oliver which I match with a small step of my own, but instead of walking towards them I edge closer to the kitchen.

"I didn't expect death to be so ugly." Olivers words are juvenile and Rosik chuckles blandly once before glancing back at me and I remain frozen in the same stance.

"You sure have made an impression on him. He's acting just like you."
Rosik states and it's my turn to shrug my shoulders.

My bare feet stinging from the coolness of the tile.

"Careful there, you may just fall in love with me instead. I have quite a charming side as Katie is often telling me... When we're alone sparks just fly." Oliver smirks and Rosik snatches his gaze back to Oliver, his fists tightening and he stalks closer to Oliver who backs into the open doorway, his smirk wavering.

"See I like the fight in Kitty and that's something you obviously lack. You're pathetic." Rosik grunts out and he snatches Olivers broken arm suddenly, causing Oliver to cry out in pain.

Taking my chance I lean across the bench top and grasp the item I had been steadily sneaking towards.

"Is it just me or is it getting a little steamy in here?" I call out and as Rosik turns to face me I fling the kettle I had left simmering on the stove for the last hour straight at Rosiks appalled face.

The plan is officially in action.

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OKAY IT IS LATE AND I AM SORRY.
But I have an excuse...

I've turned 21 in isolation and the least I could do was spend it with the family I'm stuck with.

But here it is none the less.
Let me know what you think as always and I'll see you in the next chapter!
Look after yourselves.