Chapter 5

One evening, Kyle, claiming he was too busy during the day, deliberately scheduled my appointment for ten p.m.

That was almost closing time.

After the treatment, I was completely exhausted.

I dragged my wobbly body to the shower.

I had just lathered shampoo into my hair when, suddenly, the water stopped!

Then, *click*, the bathroom lights went out.

The entire space plunged into dead silence and darkness.

I yelled for a long time, but no one answered.

I had no choice but to haphazardly wipe the soap off my body with a towel, fumble in the dark to put on my clothes, and rush out.

The huge spa was completely dark and empty.

Kyle stood outside the glass front door, illuminated by the faint corridor light, grinning chillingly at me like a demon.

A bad feeling instantly washed over me. I hurried towards the front door.

Suddenly, my foot slipped!

I fell hard onto the unforgiving marble floor.

"Ah!"

A piercing pain instantly shot through my entire body. I cried out in agony, tears streaming from my eyes. In my panic, I reached out to feel the floor, only to discover it was covered in slippery massage oil!

Not only that, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my palm.

I used the faint light from my phone to see: the oil was scattered with countless thumbtacks!

My palms and knees were covered in blood from the punctures!

Furious and in pain, I trembled as I looked up.

Kyle stood outside the door, watching me with a smug, gloating expression, and mouthed, "Serves you right! Go to hell!"

The next second, he cruelly pulled down the rolling shutter, locked it, and walked away, completely satisfied.

My insides trembled with rage. Enduring the intense pain, I forced myself to get up.

I shouted for help, but after a long time, only dead silence echoed back.

I wanted to call the police, but when I picked up my phone, I realized there was no signal! They had installed a jammer!

Desperate and helpless, I used my phone's flashlight, limping to the front desk, and grabbed a heavy metal bar stool. I swung it violently at the expensive tempered glass door.

Once! Twice! Three times!

*CRASH! BANG! SMASH!*

Glass shards flew everywhere, and the sound of shattering echoed throughout the entire floor.

Dragging my injured body, I scrambled out of the spa in a mess, ran outside the mall, and immediately called 911 and an ambulance.

The process of removing the pins at the hospital was agonizing.

The doctors looked at my multiple injuries, shaking their heads with sighs.

By the time I left the hospital, it was already dawn.

Without even changing my clothes, I went straight to the police station.

"Officer, I want to report a crime! Someone illegally detained me and intentionally harmed me!"