You quickly put the phone back, hoping it was at the same position as he left it. He looks at the phone, and then at you.

"I don't know if I'm impressed or disappointed. Either way, come with me. I won't hurt you, at least not now."

You know that you can reject his offer, but you also know that would not help at you. You only hope that by calling Vanoss you achieve something.

He helps you up, but as you're not used to stand on your own feet you almost fall again if he didn't catch you. His arms firmly wrapped around your body make you burn, you feel his muscles underneath your fingertips. Even though this was your enemy, a man who is going to kill you in a few hours, you can't help but feel different. Almost safe.

He clears his voice, before he lets you go. Stepping away from you, he motions you to follow him, his eyes already locked on the door. You're not sure what happened a few seconds ago, but you quickly follow him.

You walk through the door, up by the stairs. You appear to be in the big ass luxury house. He leads you to one room, showing you a bathroom.

"Take your time, you have already new clothes there. The room right to our left is a kitchen. I'll be waiting for you," he informs you, but before you have any opportunities to do anything, he violently grabs your wrist.

"Don't you dare try anything stupid."

And with those words he leaves you. You're not entirely sure what this means, but you're grateful nonetheless. Excited by the opportunity to finally the shower yourself, you instinctively lock yourself in the room.

He has a bath and a shower, so you pick whatever suits you better. A water drops on your body and you know for sure you missed that. Using his shower gel, his shampoo, you love the smell of it.

After you're done, you look at the clothes on the drawer. There's just a plain white shirt, way bigger than the size you're always wearing, and black sweatpants.

Gulping because you can't see any underwear, but disgusted to wear your old, you finally dress yourself into amazingly smelling clothes. You recognize a washing powder, but there's also a scent you've been familiar with only recently. His scent.

You check yourself in the mirror, looking already better than before with freshly washed hair and new clothes. You take a deep breath, unlocking the door.

Walking straight into the kitchen, you smell something delicious. Delirious gives you a quick stare, before returning back to the pizza on the table.

"Serve yourself," he announces, running his fingers though his hair.

You sit in the silence, enjoying the pure silence and right now a cold piece of a pizza. He's inspecting you, not saying anything, but it feels a bit uncomfortable. You glance at him a few times, admiring how handsome he was, but you're too afraid to look at him longer than a few seconds. Suddenly he stands up, sighing.

"It's nothing personal. You were just on a wrong place at a wrong time. Shame your parents haven't gathered the money I wanted. I think it's t-"

His head turns to the right when there's a doorbell going crazy. Your heart skips a beat, when he grabs you, pulling the gun out.

"I warn you, don't a say a fucking word," he whispers, the door bell isn't stoping.

He steps closer to the door, opening them. Your eyes widen, when you see Cartoonz standing there.

"You motherfucker!"

Delirious is suddenly pulled into the hug, when finally Cartoonz looks at you curiously.

"Hi," he smirks, when Delirious manages to get out of the hug.

"What the fuck? What are you doing here?" Delirious asks confused.

"Vanoss called me all worried. You called him, not saying a damn thing, and then you turned off your phone. I had to check upon you," Cartoonz shrugs, while you feel the blue eyed man looking straight at you.

"I called Vanoss you say, huh?"

You know for sure he's mad, he's furious, but Cartoonz is your only hope in this situation.

"Who's this angel?" Cartoonz asks, looking at you.

"Back off now."

Delirious protectively steps in front of you, and you notice a gun he's hiding behind his back.

Your chance.

• Grab the gun (Chapter 56)

• Don't do anything (Chapter 57)