No Way Out

David took me back to the empty room where he had locked me up the first time. His face showed how he was feeling. He was breathing heavily, as if he wanted to do something but didn't want to. I felt scared, disappointed and confused.

“Hanna,” he said, stepping closer.

"Stay away!" I backed away slowly until I hit the brown table in the centre of the room. “I….” I felt like I couldn't speak, after seeing the writing on the white paper I saw a few seconds ago. 'I'm disgusted with you.”

''Hanna, listen to me!'' 

“Shut up, David!' I said. The voice came out higher than I expected. I could feel its sharp vibrations, bouncing from wall to wall until it echoed throughout the room. “Shut up.” I repeated. 

David didn't move. He was still standing there, rubbing his face and trying to calm himself down. ”Hanna...'' 

“I hate you.” My voice was shaky and full of emotion. 

”I know,” He interrupted, looking at me with uncertainty. “I knew you would mad at me. But, listen, Hanna, if you want to survive, pretend not to know anything.”

This time I looked up at him. I saw a look on his face that I could hardly guess. In his eyes, I saw emotion and... a bit of hope.

“Stop talking nonsense, David,” I stepped up to him, pointing at his body, signalling that I was really emotional. “From the beginning, that nonsense was just to cover up your rottenness.”

“No. Trust me,” he replied.

“Never! I will never trust you anymore! You slept with me, you kissed me so that I would melt to you and stop writing articles or dancing about you so that you could cover up your ugliness. Didn't you?! FUCK YOU!'' 

“Hey...hey, No, Listen, that is not my intention.''

“So what is your intention, David?! Do you want to sell my organs like you do to these kids?"

David looked at me sharply, his eyes conveying anger and disappointment. I swallowed, trying to maintain my composure despite the mounting tension between us.

“You want to deny that? Or you can't deny it because it's true?” I asked sternly. “Oh, God! How could I sleep with a child organ seller?” I squeezed my hair, frustrated. 

David suddenly gripped my waist firmly, pushing me backwards. My breath caught, and I reflexively tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was too tight.

“Look, Hanna, I must ask you to be more careful with your words, or I will not be able to protect you.”

I furrowed my brow. “Protect me? Protect me from you?”

Our eyes met so close. I could hear every movement of his breath.

“Not me. But the real killer.” he said confidently. “You can hate me for various reasons, such as sleeping with you, kissing you, or having that file in my house,” he said sternly, yet hopefully. “But when you leave here, I expect you to keep your word.”

"You scared me," I said, a little shakily.

“I know,” he said, as if he had realised from the start.

David let go of my hand, and I flinched because it hurt. I rubbed the red marks left by his grip, which I had already got from being grabbed from the room full of files.

He touched my arm more gently this time and looked closely at the red bruises he had made. ”I'm really sorry, Hanna. I didn't mean to…” He looked worried. 

Then he called his bodyguard, telling him to bring a medicine box.The bodyguard returned with the medicine box and handed it to David. Without saying anything, David opened it and took out cotton wool and antiseptic.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally gave him my hand. He poured the antiseptic onto the cotton wool and began to clean the red marks on my arm.I winced as the liquid touched my skin.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said again, looking worried.

I didn't know if he was being sincere. What killer would say sorry to a stranger? 

A moment later, he closed the medicine box again and placed it on the brown table next to us. 

“Finish up!” he said, smiling slightly.

“If you're not the killer, then who is the other killer you mentioned earlier?”

“It's better to do not know anything,”  he replied, his voice a mix of intrigue and caution.

“But why?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity. “You're lying again, aren't you?”

“I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth.”

“Then why won't you tell me? Who is the real killer? And what evidence is in the file?''

“Shh,” He placed his index finger on my lips. “Listen, Hanna, those files you saw, I stole them from someone else. You've entered my world, and when you tell the world what you saw, you will be in a danger.” He swallowed, then touched both my shoulders, looking into my eyes deeply with hope. ”so, now, you have  to pretend that you know nothing about the files.”

I looked at him, intrigued, and swallowed, trying to make sense of the situation. ”You can write bad articles about me. But not for the files you saw. Please, Hanna. It's for you and me.” he said, I could hear his swallow. “For the sake of us.” 

I looked at her without blinking. This was no longer about the emotions that had filled the room. This was something else entirely.

He sighed deeply, then glanced at the door briefly before looking back at me. “Trust me. Don't ask about those files with anyone.”

“Are you serious?” my voice was almost a whisper, but I knew he heard it clearly.

David nodded. He looked at me, his eyes showing a mixture of fear and strong resolve.

“What if...I can't be a fake?”' I said.

“If that's the case, I'll have to make sure you stay quiet.”

I stopped breathing. This was not just an argument. It was a threat.

David turned around quickly, his steps steady as he headed for the door.Before I could react, I heard the click-sound of a key being turned. 

“How do you know the code” David was curious.

“I…. just guessed.'”

He didn't say anything when he heard this. He kept his back to me and his hands gripped the doorknob as if he was thinking. “Alright, I need to change this code.”

Then, David started messing around with the lockscreen on the doorknob, covering some of the buttons with his body so I couldn't see what he was click.

“What are you doing?”

“Changing the code,” he said casually. 

I heard the 'click' sound again, which meant that he had changed the door code.Then he turned to me and said, “Well, good afternoon, Hanna.” After that, he left the room and closed the door. 

“David?” I tried to open the door forcefully, then pressed the button hoping the door would open. However, the code was wrong and the door did not open.

“David, open the door,” I said, knocking on the door. “David, what are you did to me?”

"Hanna, listen up!" David said, his voice alive with excitement. "You can't go anywhere," he said, his tone quiet but firm. "Until you understand just how serious I am, and that you can absolutely promise what I ask to you."