"Sarah, I just felt sorry for Mr. Kaufman. I only came to check on him."
"But he hit me..."
Sarah whipped her head around and glared at me.
"Roland, you have a death wish!"
She stormed over and slapped me hard across the face.
I had no strength left. The blow knocked me flat onto the bed, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.
All I could hear was a high-pitched ringing in my ears.
"Touch him again, and I'll end you!"
I wiped the blood from my lips and looked up at her with a grin.
"Why don't you just kill me now?"
Sarah seized my chin in a vice grip.
"Kill you? That would be too easy."
"Simon's kidneys are failing. Lucky for us, you're a perfect match."
"Next month. Surgery."
My mind went blank. She was going to cut a kidney out of me while I was still alive.
"I won't do it!"
"This is a crime!"
Sarah's lip curled with contempt.
"In this house, I am the law."
After that, I was kept under constant watch.
Every day they forced needles into my veins—nutrient injections, vitamin drips—all to keep my organs in peak condition.
I tried to escape, but the villa was surrounded by bodyguards. I couldn't even get past the front gate.
Despair swallowed me whole.
Then one day, a maid forgot to lock my door.