Don't test my patience baby

I ran toward the pool, my heart racing with fear and disbelief. In my haste, I brushed against a shattered mirror on the ground, feeling a sharp sting in my foot, but the shock of the situation dulled the pain so much that I hardly registered it. As I reached the edge of the pool, the sight before me was horrific—the water was a deep crimson, saturated with blood, and Felix's body was submerged, unmoving, entirely engulfed by the water.

"Felix," I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper, so faint that I doubted it even reached my own ears.

Suddenly, I felt Dino behind me. He grasped my forearm with a firm yet gentle hold, concern etched across his face. Without warning, he knelt beside me, lifting my injured feet onto his knees. "Fuck, baby. You hurt yourself," he said, his tone laced with a mixture of worry and tenderness. He studied my feet with such intensity, as if he were inspecting a fragile artifact, oblivious to the chaos surrounding us. In that moment, it was impossible to reconcile the warm, gentle demeanor he displayed with the horrifying act of violence he had just committed. To anyone else, he seemed like a caring figure, a stark contrast to the reality that lay beneath the surface.

"No. Don't touch me!" I shouted, instinctively pulling my feet away from him as I started to retreat. Panic coursed through me, and I could feel the urgency in my voice.

"Baby, you're hurt. I need to see it. Look at how much blood is coming out," he insisted, rising to his feet and moving toward me with determination.

"No, no! You're crazy! You're a psycho! Pure psycho!" I yelled, my voice echoing with fear and desperation as I dashed into the room. I rushed toward the gate, hoping to escape, but it was locked tight.

"Baby, enough with the drama. This has gone on long enough. I'll listen to everything you have to say, but first, we need to take care of your foot. Look at how much blood is flowing!" His voice was firm yet caring, cutting through my fear.

When I heard him call out, I turned to look. He stood at the poolside, his expression one of deep concern, as if my injury was far more serious than it was. He looked as though he believed my foot was broken, and that I was losing a significant amount of blood. But I knew the truth: I only had a small cut, maybe a couple of drops of blood had escaped.

As he stepped closer into the room, moving toward me with purpose, my heart raced. I felt a mix of fear and confusion, not knowing what his next move would be.

"Don't come close to me!" I shouted again, my voice trembling with fear. But he didn't stop; he kept advancing toward me. What should I do? He's crazy! Where could I go? In my panic, I quickly scanned my surroundings until my eyes landed on the bathroom door, and I ran toward it.

Thank God the bathroom wasn't locked. I dashed inside and quickly secured the door behind me.

"Rupanzel, what's going on? Baby, open the door!" Dino shouted from outside, but I didn't respond.

"No! Never! Get away from here! Don't come near me!"

"Baby, you're hurt. Please, open the door. We need to treat your injury. Please, Rapunzel!"

"No! You just killed him! You're a psychopath!"

"Bella, don't test my patience! Baby, open the door!"

I pressed my back against the door, my heart racing as I listened to his voice. His tone was a mix of concern and something darker, something threatening. I could hear him moving around outside, his footsteps echoing in the silence, and I felt trapped.

"Rupanzel," he said softly, almost soothingly, "I'm only trying to help you. I need to see your injury. Please, just open the door."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. The fear coursed through me; I couldn't let him in. I knew he was capable of anything.

"Just leave me alone!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.

"Baby, I promise I won't hurt you. But if you don't open this door, I can't help you," he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to think clearly. I couldn't let him manipulate me. I had to find a way out of this situation.

"Please, just go!" I cried, hoping that my plea would reach him. But all I heard in response was the sound of him stepping closer, his presence a constant reminder of the danger I was in.

,,,,,

Thank God the bathroom wasn't locked. I dashed inside and quickly secured the door behind me.

"Rupanzel, what's going on? Baby, open the door!" Dino shouted from outside, but I didn't respond.

"No! Never! Get away from here! Don't come near me!"

"Baby, you're hurt. Please, open the door. We need to treat your injury. Please, Rapunzel!"

"No! You just killed him! You're a psychopath!"

"Bella, don't test my patience! Baby, open the door!"

I pressed my back against the door, my heart racing as I listened to his voice. His tone was a mix of concern and something darker, something threatening. I could hear him moving around outside, his footsteps echoing in the silence, and I felt trapped.

"Rupanzel," he said softly, almost soothingly, "I'm only trying to help you. I need to see your injury. Please, just open the door."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. The fear coursed through me; I couldn't let him in. I knew he was capable of anything.

"Just leave me alone!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.

"Baby, I promise I won't hurt you. But if you don't open this door, I can't help you," he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to think clearly. I couldn't let him manipulate me. I had to find a way out of this situation.

"Please, just go!" I cried, hoping that my plea would reach him. But all I heard in response was the sound of him stepping closer, his presence a constant reminder of the danger I was in.