What's with max and pizza?!?!

Chapter five

The source of the commotion was a single match.
I hastily put the match out and dashed into the Miffie's playroom, but only Miffie remained, lying on the floor.
'No', i cried. But she was still breathing. A flood of relief spread through my lungs as I picked her up and took her to my room. The first difference I noticed to before I left was that Mr Pizza was no longer lying on the olive-covered floor.

'You are now my prisoner, since you don't contain olives', said a voice behind me.
I turned around and saw Max standing infront of the door, holding a knife.
'Either come with me or... Or...or die'.
I thought for a moment, then a brilliant idea came to my mind.
I picked up an olive.
'What are you doing', he said in a panicked voice, which encouraged me.
I threw the olive.
It exploded as it collided with his index finger.
He yelped in pain.
I threw another and he was kneeling on the ground before me.
It was over.

'Go and never return', I yelled without mercy.
He whimpered, then fled out of the front door.