Chapter 5

I had been looking at a vase at the end of the bed. When the man lowered his head, I grabbed the vase and smashed it on his head with every ounce of strength I had.

He grunted and fell unconscious to the side with his head covered in blood.

I tried to calm myself down as I panted breathlessly while my heart beat wildly. I kicked the man to the side and made a run for it.

I quickly got out of bed, but my wedding gown had been torn to shreds. I could only pick up the man's coat to put on myself, despite it being barely enough to cover my body. After that, I ran out in a panic.

However, I had no idea where to run after I got out of the room. Everyone here wanted to catch me. What should I do? Oh, the police! I should call the police!

I found another room on the same floor and called the police right after I made sure no one else was in the room. The call was picked up very quickly.

"Officer, please help me! Come quickly to help me! I'm at St. Elias Church. My husband sold me to 30 men! Please save me. I'm hiding in a room at the end of the corridor on the tenth floor!"

I quickly described the situation to the police, believing they would arrive very soon. When the police arrived, I would be safe!

I obediently hid inside the room, feeling hopeful. I thought I might need to wait a while for the police to arrive, as the police station was some distance away. I was surprised to hear steady knocking on the door not long after.

A crisp male voice was heard next. "Open up, Ms. Warwick! It's the local police. We received your call, and we're here to provide backup. Please cooperate with us and open the door."

The police were here! How wonderful! I would finally be saved!

I was overjoyed as I lunged toward the door. Just as my fingers touched the ice-cold metallic door handle, a sudden chill gripped my heart. I paused. I had a feeling I had forgotten something.

My heart kept beating wildly while I frowned. It felt like my heart was frantically trying to remind me that I had forgotten something very important.

It was an indescribably horrible feeling that prompted me to stand on tiptoe and hold my breath while I slowly leaned forward to peek through the door's peephole.

Outside the door stood three men in police uniform. The policeman in the lead was a big, tall man. His broad shoulders were almost bursting through the shoulder lines of his uniform. His hard, bulging muscles looked menacing.

When my gaze swept across their faces, it felt like the blood in my body froze. I held my breath. I could hardly breathe at all.

It was them! That was right! I remembered them now. In my nightmare, three of those horrible 30 men were in police uniform! Three policemen had arrived right after I called the police. They were part of those 30 men!

I covered my mouth. My nails dug into my flesh, but I did not dare make a sound. I was trembling all over as I backed away step by step. Every step felt like I was walking on the tip of a blade. All I could do was stare at the thin door with fear.

Those people outside could barge through the door the very next second and drag me off to an endless hell.

They knocked on the door again, and it scared me so much that my heart almost stopped.

"Ms. Warwick, are you inside? Ms. Warwick! We're policemen here to help you. Why aren't you opening the door?" The people outside started to get impatient when no one answered the door.

"What's going on? Are you sure she's inside that room?"

"She said she was."

"Damn it! Could she have found out about us?"

"Who cares? Let's just knock the door down."

When I heard them plan to knock down the door, I quickly took action by looking around me. I immediately moved the wardrobe and chairs over to block the door.

The crash was deafening. The entire door became slightly crooked from the impact. The sight scared me tremendously as cold sweat covered my forehead. No! That door was not strong enough to stop them.

I had to escape. I had to find a way to leave this room right away! If they got through that door, there would be no way for me to escape.

The door started to move. I was in so much panic that I could not think. The door could not hold them off any longer. What should I do?