The alarm rings, Oliver turns it off and snuggles back against her.

"I don't want to go to work." He kisses her delicately in the neck. "I want to stay like this, with you."

Hayden doesn't answer. She enjoys having him against her, his arms holding her as if she were going to fly away. For once, while they are both in bed, they haven't made love, nothing sexual. They just slept, glued to each other.

She still has trouble collecting what happened yesterday, and what Oliver has confessed to her. It's as if she were discovering a new man.

And yet she feels safe with him, but it's as if, sometimes, she couldn't handle his behavior. He is so unpredictable, even dangerous, but she still remains.

And the fact that he knows her past... It's as if she couldn't hide anything from him and that he reads in her as in an open book. Then she knows nothing about him. At least, just his past.

Oliver kisses her one last time in the neck before getting up. Hayden turns her head slightly and sees him coming out of the room, completely naked. She admires his buttocks before he totally disappeared from her sight.

A good half hour later, she joined him in the kitchen. He is drinking coffee leaning against the kitchen counter. He is dressed to go to work, he just lacks his suit jacket and he hasn't yet put on his glasses.

"You want some coffee?" Oliver stared at her. She examines every detail of his kitchen.

"I want to, please." She smiled at him and approached him timidly.

He gives her a cup of hot coffee, smiling and looks at her with desire.

"You wear my shirts better than me." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes charming.

Oh yes, it's true. She took one of his white shirts in his wardrobe. She hasn't had a shower yet, she wanted to have a coffee with him before he leaves.

"I hope you don't mind?" She might have had to ask him before.

"Not at all, sweeheart." He puts his cup in the sink. "You are at home."

He looks at his watch and goes to the living room to put on his suit jacket and his glasses. Hayden follows.

"How's that at home?" Hayden frowns.

"I'd rather you live here, with me." He smiled, his eyes deep.

"I... We could talk about it tonight?" Hayden stutters a little, surprised. "You tell me that like this..."

"It was not a proposal." Oliver's eyes hardened, he looked at his watch and his eyes fell on her. "I have to go, I have to find Lana before she unveils everything."

He kissed Hayden quickly and headed for the front door.

"You don't leave me a key? I have to be able to close if you're not there, I have to open the library in an hour." Hayden smiled.

Oliver turns around, a malicious smile on his lips.

"You didn't understand, sweetheart." Oliver approaches her, he passes a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You don't get out of here, you don't need to work in the library any more, I earn enough to support ourselves."

"And my cat? And my clothes? I have nothing to put myself here." Hayden is confused.

"I'll take clothes home after work." Oliver caresses her cheek slowly. "Meanwhile, rest."

"I'm not tired." Hayden crosses her arms.

"Take care, I have quite a few books, you love to read." Oliver knows she is looking for confrontation. "It's not to make you unhappy, I'll be back around 7pm."

"I can't stand being locked up." Hayden looks away.

"I'm afraid you're not the choice." Oliver kisses her on the cheek. "See you tonight."

"You can't hold me here against my will!" But Oliver doesn't pay attention.

Before closing the door, he smiles, a satisfied smile and then disappears. Hayden hears the sound of the keys in the lock. He really locks her up here.

All day, she turns like a soul in trouble in the house. She looks at every little detail. It must be admitted that Oliver has a very bland taste for decoration. Everything is impeccably tidy, which represents his personality.

She decides to visit the other rooms that she doesn't know yet. She enters a corridor, four doors are there. The first is the bathroom, the second is the bedroom. She already knows these rooms.

She opens the third door and turns on the light. To her right is a work table with plenty of tools, knives, saws. And facing her, on hooks, are laid out strange fabrics. Hayden approaches for touch, and she realizes that it's not tissue at all but human skin.

She drew back, carrying a hand to her mouth. She quickly closes the door and catches her breath.

That night he said he didn't want to hide anything from her anymore. If he didn't want her to find out, he would have locked it, especially if he was going to lock her up here.

She read that BloodyFace levied the skin of his victims, all of them women. Was that a report?

Hayden heads for the fourth door down the hall. She opens it and goes down a staircase which leads to the basement. There is a bed in the middle of the room with chains. There is a broken frame on the bed, and lots of glasses everywhere.

Hayden takes the frame, a picture of a young woman is in it. She smiled, a cigarette in her hand and just a sheet to hide her chest. There are traces of blood on the blanket. To the right of the room is a work surface with surgical tools and other horrors.

Hayden drops the frame on the floor and rushes back into the living room. She needs a drink. She drinks three glasses of whiskey, slumped on one of the armchairs.

Oliver Thredson, the beautiful and caring psychiatrist, is BloodyFace. How could she have been so blind? She thought she had found a good man, a man who was made for her, and she had just caught the wrath of a killer.

Does he intend to kill her too? Is their relationship based on a lie from the beginning?

Hayden looks at the time, it's 7:30 pm he should already be there. A little drunk, Hayden falls asleep slowly on the armchair, waiting for Oliver's return.