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The next moment, she stood up, stepped back without hesitation, and grabbed the handle of the door behind her.Luckily for her, the door opened inwards, and she was in the next room before he stood up and walked around the dining table. She leaned her whole body against the door frantically, waiting for him to come, and a few seconds later, he began to push the doorknob from his side.She could feel his weight against the door, which had no key. She looked around and saw that the room was a painter's studio, filled with canvases and tubes of paint, and behind her was an easel with an unfinished painting of the Crucifixion Jesus Christ.

There is another door without a key on the wall to her right. Suddenly, she felt the pressure on the other side go away, and she immediately looked through the keyhole to confirm it, he wasn't there anymore. She backed away and bumped into the corner of a table, knocking over a tin can full of brushes, which slammed to the floor.Fear sent electricity through her body. Suddenly a sound alerted her to him in the room to her right, about to enter through another door.The next thing she saw was his hand on the doorjamb, and she knew what to do.She leaped across the room, put her weight on the door, and pressed his hand between the door panel and the door frame, and she heard the rattling and cracking sound of his pressed hand. .

He didn't scream, but five fingers spread out in pain.She only heard her irritable voice, taking a deep breath, as if she was panting hard. There was a slamming force on the door, and that force opened the door enough that he could pull his hand back.Then a clock on the wall beside her began to strike the hour. The sound disturbed her, and she ran from the room, opened the kitchen door, and stood for a moment in the hall.The front door was locked, and she knew running upstairs would lead her further into the trap.Voices from next door indicated that she was running out of time.She took a step forward, seeing his feet first, and then his whole body.He sat on the floor with his feet stretched forward.

Immediately she ran upstairs through the open door when she heard him rise.After running upstairs, there were three closed doors in front of me, one of which had a key in the lock.She opened the door neatly. Then she heard him scream in a voice of real grief: Don't go in! At this time, she had entered the room and turned the key in the door lock with trembling hands. The doorknob was pushed down. Sibylla, don't be stupid! She turned and surveyed the room. In the center was a messy bed. The coverlet must have been white at one time, but now it was gray and stained.A chest of drawers with a mirror on top stood on the opposite wall from hers, and on it he had placed an ornate silver candlestick with a lighted candle.The candle and candelabra were about two feet high, and would look great on the altar of a church, with an open Bible next to the candelabra.

Sibylla!You must open this door!immediately! She tried to open the window in the room, so she tried to unhook the window.He heard the sound of metal scraping against each other. Sibylla!Do not open the window!The draft will blow out the fire!There was something desperate about his shouting, and he was banging on the door. She turned her head to look, indeed, the flames on the candlesticks kept jumping because of the airflow pouring in from the window.Leaning against the window and looking out, she saw that directly below were the stone steps leading to the front door.If she jumped down and managed not to hit the iron railing, she would almost certainly hit the stone steps and bruise her head.

He cried again, very harshly: Sibylla!You must close the windows! She left the window open and went to examine the display by the mirror.Being in the locked room gave her some precious time to gather her thoughts and concentrate. Why did he react so violently to that candle? Next to the candlestick are two unlit candles, each the same size as the burning one and wrapped in wrapping paper, and there are four other long unused candles in a white plastic box. Candle. She opened the Bible, and inside the hard cover of the Bible, someone wrote a quotation in neat handwriting: love is as strong as death

Jealousy is as cruel as the grave its flashes are the flashes of fire is the strongest flame Now she understood, and suddenly she had the upper hand, and the burning fire became her weapon. She could hear the scratching in the lock.She shouted: If you come in, I will put out the fire! The sound from the keyhole stopped. This fire has been burning since his death, hasn't it?right? It didn't matter if there was no sound outside the door, because now she knew what was at stake.He kept the flame burning like the Olympic flame in memory of his beloved. She has gained more time, but what can she do with it?She looked around the room again.

The room was empty save for the bed and the chest of drawers, the floor was covered with a brown carpet with a few rugs over it.Could she tie the sheets of the bed together to form a long rope that would reach the ground floor of the first floor?Then what to do?Ingmar caught her easily, on foot or in a car. Lifting the candle lightly, for the flickering flame was her shield, she called to him again: You may come in now! You have to unlock the door. I will, but you don't come in until you count to three, and if you don't, I'll turn off the fire. no respond.She walked to the door, the carpet absorbing her footsteps.She quickly turned the key in the lock and backed away.Three seconds later, the doorknob was pushed down.

They stood facing each other with a burning candle between them. His eyes were full of fury.He held out the injured hand, then looked down at it, and she followed his gaze.There were deep scars on all fingers, and half of the little finger appeared to be torn off.In that silence, only the flames moved. Then he finally spoke: Why did you do that?What do you hope for? I want you to call the police. He shook his head, not sternly refusing, but showing his anger. Don't you understand that we are destined to finish what we have done?You and I are God's chosen people, and there is nothing we can do about it.The police are irrelevant.Now put down that candle.

She didn't move, just sighed, and her breath made the flickering flames sway from side to side.The sight was nasty, reminding her of how vulnerable her defenses were, and immediately a wave of paralyzing fear swept over her. Maybe he saw the expression on her face, maybe he could smell her fear and smiled slowly. We are the same kind, you and me, I read your story in the newspaper. How is she going to get out of trouble? They got an old classmate from your school to talk about you, did you read that report? The fire would go out as soon as she was outside, and only in this room could the flame protect her.

I used to be alone where is your phone I was different from other people from the very beginning, even in elementary school.We're special, we're both, to everyone, obviously Turn around and go downstairs, right now.Otherwise, I'll blow out the candle. His smile was gone, but he didn't move. I know.So tell me, Sybylla, what are you going to do next? She didn't say anything for what seemed like a long time.Just when she thought her beating heart was about to jump out of her chest, he suddenly turned around and walked downstairs.Slowly, she followed a few feet behind him, trying to control her breathing, but unsuccessfully.She stretched out a hand to protect the flame on the candle, while he still opened the broken hand, and the two moved one step at a time, the woman with the candle following the man, as if in some strange ritual. She tried to think first in her head, should she tell him to call?Or should I fight myself?There were four more steps left, and he had stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Continue to go. He does as she says, and disappears into the kitchen. The silver candlestick in her hand became so heavy that she had to lower it, and now she too was standing on the hall floor. he is gone. Come to the door! There was no movement in the kitchen, she changed hands. I'm going to put out the fire! But at this moment, both of them knew that this threat was meaningless, if the fire went out, she could do nothing, and then she was completely under his control. She went through a door opposite the kitchen door, which opened into a living room with the same carpet as the upstairs bedroom, a sofa with a lounge table in front of it, and no telephone. . The door on the wall to her left, which led to the studio, was ajar, and her arms were so tired that she now had to use both hands to hold the candlestick, and there was no sound from the kitchen. come out!let me see you! Still no response. She walked into the studio, closing the door behind her.There is a telephone, an antique gray cobra with colorful paint on it.The dial on the Cobra phone is located under the handset, which means she has to use two hands to make the call.She stared at the door leading to the kitchen, carefully put down the candle holder, picked up the receiver, and began to dial with trembling fingers.Fear gripped her body, almost causing physical pain.Police assistance was so close to her, yet so far away. Then he appeared beside her. With a yell, he opened the door to the living room, and before she could react, he picked up a kitchen chair and threw her on the floor.The pain hit, and the world in front of her was completely black.After a while, he straddled her, and she knew that she had a broken rib. He said angrily: Do not do this kind of thing again! She tried to stop thinking about the pain in her body, just shook her head all the way. Heavenly Father is with me, you cannot run away. She shook her head again, as long as it made him stand up, as long as he wasn't sitting on her chest, anything would do. He looks around. Don't get up! She nodded.Finally, he left her alone on the floor.His first movement was to take a napkin from the table and wrap it tightly around the injured hand.She wondered if he was right-handed at all, and if so, he was really crippled, but not nearly as crippled as she was.The fucking candle was still burning, and she wasn't even going to put it out. It's fucking bad, it's a mess.She was so close to running away. She tried to twist her body a little, trying to find a position that relieved the pain, and her coat was huddled just where it hurt the most.He saw her move and put his foot on her belly. do not move! The pain was so severe that she couldn't breathe, her face was completely distorted, her eyes were filled with stars, and then her eyes went black.After a while, she opened her eyes again. He had moved the foot on her stomach, but stood very close to her. He opened the injured hand and raised the other hand, his Pale in the face, the upraised hand held a crucifix she had seen before, an image in one of those Patrick prints. He let go of the cross suddenly, letting it fall on her stomach. It's all yours! The cross was not heavy, but the moment it fell, she instinctively tensed the muscles in her stomach, and a new wave of pain rushed through her body. Well done to you!You went to Golgotha ​​by yourself. If she could talk, she might ask him what he meant. Get up now, we're going out.