Kayla's POV
I didn't sleep for most of the night. I couldn't. Every noise I heard outside of the door kept me alert. Aside from being fearful of what might happen, I cried, prayed and hoped that Oliver wasn't going to actually do what he said. I really hope that he only said that to scare me.
But deep down I knew he meant it.
The cold murderous look in his eyes when he said it told me that he was serious and there is nothing that I can do or say that will change that.
After my thoughts calmed down, at some point around three o'clock, I drifted off the sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the room door banging against the wall. I looked up to see the guy who Oliver had called Ethan walking inside the room with a rope in his hands. I sat up quickly, my eyes flickering across the room trying to find a place to run, but of course, there wasn't.