"Well, what are you still doing? You've already recognized me, you fool!" Lucas struggled desperately to break free from her clutches.
"Number 53, your medicine is ready."
The doctor's voice echoed from the small speaker beside the window. Jazlyn quickly grabbed the medicine and ran away. 'Wasn't he the guy I met that night? I should escape right away!'
The pressure on his throat was finally removed. Lucas heaved a deep breath and noticed that she was escaping. He quickly got up, regardless of the crowd in the hall, elbowed his way through the crowd and ran out while yelling, "Jazlyn! Stop! You fucking stop! I said stop!"
Jazlyn quickened her pace even more when she heard the sound of Lucas's footsteps getting nearer. Was this man some sort of sticky candy? She had already given him money. What else did he want? Alas!
She rushed to the car parked on the roadside. She clasped the roof of the car with both
and said, "Enjoy it. I'm leaving!"
"Ouch!" Lucas slapped his hand away and said, "That hurts!"
"You're getting even weaker by the day!" William cackled and said, "Anyway, I really have to go."
"Just go already! Leave!" Lucas touched his nose and said, "Just keep in mind what I told you. Go home and get some sleep. Don't imagine too much! Or I'll tell Mary!"
"Fuck off!" William roared. He then opened the door and left.
After watching him leave, Lucas sat back at his desk, and took another look at Jazlyn's portrait, laughing like a villain.
'Jazlyn, I'm not letting you get away next time! This is my destiny, isn't it? I'm destined to have my revenge! Revenge, I say!'
"I'm going to tear up your damn portrait!" He placed his hands on the A4 paper. When he was about to tear it to shreds, he stopped and frowned. "I'm the one who drew this. Why should I destroy it? Oh, what the hell. I'm keeping it!"