Right after Ferdinand left the room, Vincent wriggled his hands about, not giving up until the ropes which tied them behind his back became loose.After a few more tries, Vincent managed to free one of his hands and then the other. The first thing he did was reach for the phone in his pocket and turn on his location, sharing it with Carlos first before making a phone call.It didn't take long before Carlos answered the call, "Vincent.""Look. I don't have much time on my hands. I just called so you can help my family and Alex. They're...""I am aware of everything. We managed to get them all to a different hospital on time. What's happening? Where are you? Alex said that Ferdinand had you but the phone call...""I'm still in the mansion of Alfredo Clayton. Ferdinand is here as well and I'm locked up in something they keep calling the torture room. No one knows I still have my phone." Vincent explained."But no worries, I will be out of here at the soonest," Vincent added."I hope so b
"The breast ripper. I can use that." Vincent thought to himself and untied his legs next while Alfredo was busy talking to Carlos on the phone.Vincent wasn't able to use anything else because he wasn't close to any other tool. At least not without alerting Alfredo that he was about to grab one.Slowly, Vincent proceeded towards Alfredo and sharply kneed him to the back before snatching the breast ripper and scratching Alfredo's eyes with it the moment Alfredo looked back.Alfredo shouted and groaned in pain while placing both of his hands over his now-broken eyes.Vincent quickly picked up his phone and ran out of the torture room. There was no time to waste. Alfredo's screams must have alerted everyone else.Vincent hid himself after spotting some men that were running towards the torture room. As soon as the coast was clear, Vincent made it to the front door and got out of the mansion intact.Now all he had to do was find a way to get past the gate and find the car Carlos must have
"What do you mean you are going back? That's not making sense at all. Can't you think of something else?" Carlos tried to stop Vincent."Something else like what exactly? The police are under his control. Who is supposed to put him behind bars? I'd rather get sentenced to death for killing him than let him roam free and keep terrorising my family.." Vincent shot back and pulled his arm from Carlos' grip.Vincent continued to walk but stopped after Carlos called his name. He didn't bother to turn his head back but instead waited patiently to hear what Carlos had to say.Carlos met up with Vincent and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder, "Come back alive." he said to Vincent."I'll try." Vincent wanted to keep going but Carlos pulled him back by the shoulder, "Don't try. Do it." Carlos said."You have a wife who needs you and a daughter who needs her father. She's only a baby." Carlos tried knocking sense into Vincent.Vincent removed Carlos' hand from his shoulder and walked off witho
"What do you mean he is here?! You think I'm in the mood for jokes?!" Ferdinand shouted at the man who reported that Vincent was in the mansion."Sir I'm not joking. Vincent is outside." the man insisted but it only increased Ferdinand's confusion."How can a man who escaped my grasp return to the same place he was running from? What is he planning? Or did he think of the consequences of his escape and decided to come back?" Ferdinand wondered."Has he been captured and tied up?" Ferdinand asked."Sir..." the man hesitated to speak."Has he been captured and tied up?!" Ferdinand repeated his question angrily."N... No sir..." the man replied, shaking as he avoided eye contact with Ferdinand."Why?" Ferdinand asked, ready to teach this one man a lesson."Is this what it is now? Have I been working with weaklings all this while that they cannot capture a single man?!" Ferdinand shouted, veins popping out on his neck."Tell them to have him killed now!" Ferdinand ordered."That's never g
Decked out in a clean, crisp white lab coat, the lab coat is knee-length, providing a sense of professionalism and authority.Underneath the lab coat was a well-pressed shirt with a solid colour blue tucked into formal pants and a stethoscope hung over his neck.His appearance is stated and serves well as a symbol of his profession as a medical doctor.This man stepped out of his patient's room and as soon as he did, got crowded by those who brought the patient in along with a family member of the patient."Doctor! Doctor! How is he doing?!" the first shouted. Dr Clark Gaston held his shoulders high. He was aware of his status as the two-time winner of the spot of the "Doctor of the Year award" the hospital usually hosted.Doctor Clark Gaston attend the best university and gained the highest degrees and awards compared to others who worked in the hospital.Every wealthy person who steps into the hospital would only request for his services in particular and he would smirk when he saw
In a bustling hospital, the operating room was flooded with the sound of ringing phones, urgent footfalls, and hushed conversations. The staff members moved with a sense of purpose and determination, all focused on saving Vincent Victor but no one was more determined than Doctor Clark Gaston himself.Doctor Clark Gaston felt as if he was quickly losing face in front of his colleagues and it wasn't something he would ever look forward to. He had to save his status and his respect and for that to happen, even this patient must not die.What was happening was proof that his reputation was going down the hill and it was enough for his colleagues to consider bringing in people from the higher-ups."Enough!" Dr Clark Gaston shouted."This is an operating room. Why are you all making use of your phone's in here? Are you not aware of the rules? This man is dying and might as well just go to heaven right now while you're all on your phones." "Sir, we need to call someone who knows what they a
"Someone came to visit you." a police officer grinned as he informed a woman on the floor with her head bowed behind bars."I don't want to meet any visitors." the woman stated."I'm afraid you do not have a choice in this. I'm not going to be the one to piss him off." the office insisted, unlocking the cell door.The police officer walked in and went on one knee in front of the woman. Using his pistol to lift her face by the chin.The woman's face met the degrading eyes of the police officer, revealing her identity to him once more. It was Kate. Idris Kate of the once-upon-a-time powerful Idris family that was torn to shreds.Kate's face did not react to it. It was as if her heart and mind were empty as she stared into the eyes of the police officer.The police officer grinned again and bit his lower lip, "Maybe I'll have some fun with you again once you're done meeting with him." the officer said, examining Kate's body just like the others.Standing up, the police officer made sure t
For forty-five minutes, Mr X's car kept moving on the road. Kate felt uneasy, especially as the roads started becoming unfamiliar to her. She could have sworn she had never seen that place before. Especially because, as the car moved, there were lesser and lesser buildings on the roadside.Kate thought that maybe she should ask José where they were headed but stopped herself thinking that a simple question might just worsen her situation."Maybe it's because I have been in prison for a long time." she tried to convince herself that everything was okay but when she looked through the window one more time, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.There were two separate roads and only the car that she and Mr X were in went to the road on the right."I don't understand..."Kate said, confused."Where are your men taking my son to?! Are we not going to the same place?!" Kate panicked when she noticed the other cars following a different road from theirs."We are. Don't worry about it." Mr