Olivia’s POV

I've been his prisoner for the past few hours, and I've had no idea why he's been acting so strange the entire time. I still want to know why he's doing this for me, and even if I call him a monster, I'd rather help him get out of this situation and move on with his life than be put behind bars because of his obsession.

"I'd like to help you..." I said.

He screamed at me and reached for a chair to throw at me, but he stopped and put the chair down, saying, "I don't need your help." He scowled at me, his eyes once warm...