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And are you already curious how things will go on with Katie? :D

Well, so here are the next chapters ;) Have fun!

Katie woke up again when she heard footsteps.

It was still dark.

The person moved slowly towards her but she couldn't see anything when she suddenly recognised by a voice who had abducted her.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a good night?"

Peter? Could it be, this voice belonged to Peter Jenkins, David's friend. The person who was always so charming to her?

With a trembling voice, probably more because of the cold than because of fear, she spoke.

"Peter? Is that you? Peter Jenkins?"

Only now did he go to a light switch. It was a bright light and it took Katie a few moments to get used to it. Only then did she see where she was.

She was in a cold store and in front of her, pig carcasses hanging from the ceiling, already slightly rotting. Probably because the temperatures were much too warm for the meat. And not far away from her was an empty chair.

"Well actually I've only been called Jenkins since I was 10 years old. Before that my name was Bennett, Peter Bennett. Well, do you remember that name? "Yes, Holden Bennett was my father, and you killed him and you're gonna bleed." He screamed and left her sight, only to come back a little later with a dirty bucket.

Katie was frozen in shock and held her breath at the name he pronounced.

"So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to cut off my head like your father?" she asked, pointing to the bucket with her eyes.

"Oh, don't be silly! I have no interest in imitating my father in this. I have my own methods. I told you I'd make you bleed! Well, I'll bleed her slowly and watch the end of it!"

"What? You're crazy! We're in a refrigeration chamber that's obviously still in use. They'll find me!" she screamed, if the cold allowed it.

"You have an excellent sense of perception. Yes, the chamber is still in use. But by me. Remember the first time we met in the restaurant. Well, I'm not just the waiter. I'm also responsible for delivering the meat and checking this refrigeration unit. So no one but me will come here!"

"But David will be looking for me. After all, I'm his girlfriend and we have a dinner date. If I don't show up, he'll be surprised!"

"Oh, yes, David. Gullible David. He just won't be surprised. That's taken care of," he said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Hey ;) I don't think I'll be able to make it for dinner today. It's been a long night :D Don't be angry. I love you!

He had obviously written him a message from her and canceled the dinner. But wait, did he end the message with "I love you"?

"What an idiot," she thought. She would never end her messages that way. And David knows that. She hadn't even told him yet. He would know something was wrong. She hoped so, anyway.

"You know, it wasn't so easy to find you. I only knew from the media at the time that my father's last victim could be saved by the FBI in her flat. But when David told me that you lived in Chicago for some time and had to leave because of a terrible event, I could put two and two together. The pictures that you presented as evidence at the trial then told me what you looked like. By the way, I was one of the jurors at that time and I could see her that way. Just in case you were wondering.

All right, enough of this. Let's not waste any time," he said and put the bucket under her.

He slowly opened the tube, but only enough to let it drip out steadily.

Katie wanted to fight back, wanted to kick him with her feet but she was so cold she couldn't stand it any more.

"Well, now, take it easy. The more you move, the faster it goes. And I've got my day off today and a lot of time. I think in 3 hours you will be a little bit dizzy. You will probably pass out at some point. In 10 hours at the most everything will be over, although I think you will have frozen to death before then" he explained and then sat down on the chair in front of her.

"How do you know all this?" she asked horrified but with a certain astonishment in her voice.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I am actually a medical doctor. But I was suspended because I suffered a nervous breakdown and almost ended a person's life because of a simple mistake. You know, when I heard about my father's execution, a world shattered for me. I loved my father! Even though my mother had left him, I always idolized and loved him, no matter what he was! And YOU killed him! It will be a real pleasure for me to kill them now as a compensation and that very slowly" he grinned smugly.

Katie noticed how slowly her blood dripped into the bucket beneath her. She was shaking all over and she was sure he was right and that no-one would find her here in time. She didn't want to die but she also believed her end was near. The man in front of her, who had pretended to be her boyfriend's best friend, had planned everything very carefully.

She thought about her friends she had found by chance in the last years and who were always there for her. John, Molly, Greg, Mrs Husdon and Mary. All these friendly faces she would never be able to see again. Nor would she be able to see Mary and John saying YES to each other. And she wouldn't be able to see Molly's wedding and see how happy she was and how happy she would be when she walked down the aisle. Then she thought about her friend David. She hadn't expected to find such a dear, sensitive, sincere man, who was completely infatuated with her, in her life. How he told her he loved her. The feelings she felt for him but could not give him back that love.

And then her thoughts wandered to Sherlock. Their first meeting, their first kiss, the night together and the time with him in Chicago. How her heart leapt with every thought of him, every smile or accidental touch and how she always wanted to be close to him. Mary was right. She loved Sherlock. But she could never tell him. She regretted it and she secretly wished that she had. But now it wouldn't matter anyway because she'd never see him again. Never to look into those wonderful eyes again. A pleasant warmth to the thoughts of his eyes, spread. But she could not hold out for long.

The cold took hold of her body much too quickly and she gradually became sleepy again.