After some time, the noises finally ceased.

Was it over? Was that disgusting man dead?

Ariana slowly got to her feet and peered through the gap in the door It felt as if her heart would explode out of her chest.

Ariana's eyes fell on Jett's body, lying immobile on the floor. His face was covered in blood. She couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

Her mysterious savior was nowhere to be seen.

With bated breath, Ariana waited. But the man didn't come back.

This struck her as strange. The man had saved her but seemed to have no intention of revealing his identity to her.

Frozen in shock, she waited some more. When still no one showed up, she slowly opened the cubicle door.

A dark shadow appeared out of nowhere and loomed over her.

Her skin prickled with a cold sweat. Before she could say anything or see who it was, the man flipped her over and held a hand over hereR,

“Who... Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling. Her back leaned against his chest, and she dared not move.

His other hand was on her neck, like a noose he could tighten at will. Ariana gulped.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"Was it you who saved me? What do you want with me?"

But her questions remained unanswered. She could feel the man's hot breath on the top of her head.

His hand slipped down onto her shoulder, before tracing the curve of her spine.

She shivered at his cold touch.

“Thank you for saving me. I can give you anything you want to show my gratitude. But please let me go first."

"Shh..." the man whispered in her ear.

She did as he said. Her eyes, swollen from crying, filled with tears again. She couldn't help but assume the worst. This man hadn't attacked Jett to save her. He just wanted her for himself. Yet again, she was the prey.