Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Eight

I wasn't in the bunker when I woke up. Rather, it was somwthing more pleasing--a soft bed and the sunlight peeking from the curtains. I'm in a bedroom.

Whose room is this? I asked myself as my insides are struck with horror.

As I pull the sheets over, I found my right foot chained to the frame of the bed.

The other side of the bed dipped as I realized that I slept with him.

He squints his eyes and smiled at me. "Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He tipped my chin, but I shrugged him off.

I heard him chuckle and produce a pair of keys on his grasp. "Looking for these?" He stood up, opened the windows and threw them out. "You'll be here forever, Inspector Y/N."

"Why do you really wanted to keep me?" I ask. He sat down on the end of the bed.

"Do you really want to know?" He teases.

"If you don't want to tell me, it's alright." I said calmly.

"I want to let you know that...your comrades killed my wife." He murmured. "And now, they have to pay the price."

"Is that the reason why you're drugging me all the time?" I mocked.

"Somehow, Inspector. Somehow." He says and heads outside. "But I have no plans of killing you," he said, smiled and went out of the room.

When I was looking for a telephone, my sight locked on a picture of a woman on the night stand.

Shiver went down my spine as I gaze at the woman on the picture. Maybe the fact that she somehow resembled like me is the reason.

But why would Pete and the others kill her? Is that why he kills people?

He went back in the room, together with a breakfast tray.

"That's my wife." He said, placing the tray between my legs. "She resembles you somehow, though the two of you weren't related."

"What's her name?"

"Elisa," he said sadly, taking the picture frame from me.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I murmured.

"Finish your food first," he ordered. I gaze at the food and back at him, worrying if he added those stuff once again. He shook his head, giving me a sign that it's safe to do so.

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Patrick and Elisa lived a normal life long ago. Patrick's a doctor while Elisa was a specialist.

His hatred to us happened when one of my comrades failed to protect her as she was held as a hostage by a man seeking for justice to his slain family. After that, in an attempt to seize the hostage-taker, snipers were sent around the area. It was Pete's order to shoot the hostage-taker by means of a sniper. The plan was doing well until the hostage-taker moved, as the bullet shot his hostage.

In other words, he has grudges against us and I am not sure when he would stop.

But whenever I see him, I would feel that he's really lonely. You know, losing the love of your life isn't easy.

"I have another confession to make, Y/N." He said, taking my attention.

"What confession?"

"I faked your death." He whispered, smiling at me wickedly as he took the tray on my lap.

Faked...my...death?

What the fuck is actually going on?