I slipped out, crept downstairs, and grabbed the landline. My fingers shook as I dialed 911.
"Hello—I need help. I'm being held against my will. They're going to harvest my organs—"
The line went dead. Someone had ripped the cord from the wall.
Sarah stood behind me, her face like stone.
"Roland. You never learn."
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me all the way back to the room, hurling me onto the bed.
"Since you're so desperate to run, we'll do the surgery today."
She called in the bodyguards. They strapped me to a gurney.
The surgical light blazed overhead, so bright I couldn't keep my eyes open.
I thrashed against the restraints until the straps carved bloody lines into my wrists.
"Sarah Delgado, you'll rot in hell for this!"
"Let me go!"
Sarah stood beside the operating table, her expression blank.
"Roland. This is what you owe Simon."
She had just turned to leave when a violent pain tore through my abdomen.
"It hurts..."
"God, it hurts..."
The doctor rushed over to examine me. The color drained from his face.
"Ms. Delgado—his chronic condition has flared up!"
"His body is in critical condition. If we proceed with the kidney extraction now, he will die on this table!"