I started to feel unwell, but my mind was telling me to bear with it. I believed James had already called the cops. If they could get here in time, I'd have a chance to escape.
But Jones was faster. After hearing his voice, I felt utterly hopeless.
"Eliana!" He roared with anger and anxiety
Suddenly, a knife was put to my throat. Someone threatened Jones, "Drink the bottle of water on the table, or I'll kill her!"
I tried to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I could see Jones in the distance. He walked over to a table and drank from a bottle of water.
I wanted to stop him, but my voice was weak, "Jones…"
Once Jones finished the water, the man next to me bolted, and I heard the sound of the door locking.
Without a second's hesitation, Jones ran to me and held me in his arms. It was only then that I could see his face clearly. His handsome face was filled with worry and anger.
