I was so nervous that my hands were trembling. That was actually Christopher's number. If Flora sent our photos over, my plan to be rescued would be on its way to success. Even though I did pity Flora, I did not wish to die yet. I wanted to spend more time with Christopher and grow old with him.
Flora smiled after sending the photos. She paced around the room excitedly, while mumbling to herself, “Tobey is mine. He belongs to me.” I was feeling increasingly sorry for her. Tobey should really reflect on himself for causing so much pain to the woman.
Indeed, Christopher did not disappoint me and called at once after the photos were sent. In a cheery tone, he asked, “What are you doing? You've made a new friend and even had a makeover. I'm scared of a lot of things, but not ghosts.”
I was so overjoyed that I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I yelled in the direction of the phone immediately, “Chris, I'm kidnapped by Flora, Tobey's girlfriend! She's mentally unstable. Get Tobey to come over and settle her!”
“Shut up! You're not allowed to talk to Tobey!” Flora growled, interrupting my cries for help. She spoke gently into the phone, “Tobey, you've seen the photos right? Look how ugly she is now. She's not good enough for you at all. I'm the one who loves you the most. I'm prettier than her too. Can you don't talk to her ever again?”
Flora had turned on speaker mode, and I could clearly hear Christopher trying to steady his breath. Wanting to reassure him that I was alright, I said softly, “I'm fine, I just got a shock. Don't worry.”