054 Doyle Walsh

Jane

I woke up feeling tired. I tried to recollect what happened, but my mind was slow. Soon the memories of what was happening began to rush into my mind, and I started freaking out realising I had been kidnapped. The room was dark, but slowly my eyes got accustomed to the dim light. I was in a cage, and there were chains on my arms and feet. I was afraid. Whoever could do this to me had no value for humanity. I felt like an animal in a cage. I began to tug at the shackles, glad to be alive but scared that my joy might be short-lived. Soon when I realised the chains won't give, I started crying, hoping James and Philip would come to my aid.

Someone entered the room and turned on the lights. I looked at him, and to my surprise, it was Doyle Walsh, the same asshole that had attacked me at the resort. I looked at him in disbelief.

" You?" I asked, and he smiled at me.

" Yes me. I am glad you have a good memory." He said and sighed, " You would anyway, after all, you are a doctor," He