CHAPTER 1

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 -𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚅, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-

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-𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚅, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-












Nat's POV

-Ok, this one was the last patient for today- Susan, my secretary, said -Any plans for tonight?-.

-The usual, chinese food and TV, there is Masterchef tonight- I answered.

My name is Nat, I am twenty-six years old and I work as a doctor.

-Well remember that tomorrow you have a surgery to do early in the morning, don't be late- she told me and I nodded.

-I know, I will be here in time don't worry- I said smiling -Good night!-.

I took the lift and went downstairs to the parking lots where I left my car.

I sat in my car and I was about to turn on the car when I felt something cold against my neck: I looked down and saw a knife.

-What...- I was about to say but a hand ended on my mouth.

-Don't try to scream or do anything- a male voice said to my hear -Start driving and go to your house-.

I nodded, scared.
What was happening? Why me? Who was that man and what did he want from me?

After 30 long minutes I stopped in front of my house.

-Leave your car in the box- he ordered.

I did like I said and then he exited the car, ordering me to do that too.

That was the first time I could see him: he was tall, long brown hair, very big and with a very bad wound on his leg.

-Your leg...- I said.

-Don't speak! Start walking- he said.

Once we were in my living room he told me to close all the windows and to lock the doors.

-Clean the wound- he said pointing to his leg -You are a doctor, you should know how to do that-.

I nodded and I took the kit I had in my kitchen and started healing it.

-Your arm... What...- I said noticing his metal arm.

-Don't speak!- he yelled.

I was so scared, what was he going to do to me? Would have he killed me? Probably, since he showed my his face.

-Ok, I finished- I said bandaging his wound -Please let me go!-.

He growled as answer and it sounded like an animal growl.

-Go upstair! Walk!- he said and we reached the first floor where he told me to close all the windows so that no one would have seen us.

-Are you going to kill me?- I asked.
-Not yet- he said -Now go to your bedroom-.

I didn't know if I had to be happy or scared about what he just said.

-Go sit next to the desk- he ordered.

I did like he said and I saw that he opened his bag: was he going to kill me?
He turned to face me and I saw a rope in his hands; all my control flew away and I stared shaking.

-No... no no please no!- I said.

He took my wrists and started to tie them at the desk leg.

-Don't speak!- he yelled again.

-Please! I won't go anywhere I swear!- I said starting crying.

-Don't speak!- he yelled and slapped me on my cheeck.

I couldn't move but I kept trying while he was tying my ankles too.

I saw him leave the room and I started yelling, now the panic had took control.
-Someone help me! Please!- I yelled.

He came back and was very angry; he walked towards my wardrobe and I saw him break one of my shirts.

He approached and tied a piece of the cloth on my mouth.

-This way you will learn to stay quiet- he said.

He then took a needle from his bag and put it in my neck.

Before falling asleep I saw his sit on the bed and then everything went black.

















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