He said coldly, "Ernest's real girlfriend is back now. Do you think he still cares about you? Didn't you see how fast he left just now?"
Ivana's phone was outside, so she had no idea how much time had passed. She just kept wrapping herself in the thin freezer coat, jumping to stay warm. She silently counted in her head. …2, 3…1125, 1126…
Eventually, Ivana had no strength left. She couldn't bang the door or shout anymore. The half-bucket of butter in the corner was gone.
Her feet had nearly lost all feeling and her fingers had turned from white to blue, now beginning to show hints of black.
Moments before losing consciousness, Ivana vaguely heard voices outside, "Bro, there's no sound anymore."
"Close enough, open the door," Dominic said.
The other man asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Dominic said, "I don't have the key."
"I don't have it either!" the other man panicked.
Dominic also panicked, "Shit, call Ernest right now! He has the key!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
"He's not answering! Ernest isn't picking up!"
"Let me try!"
"Ernest's phone is off!"
"Call 911, now! If someone dies, it'll be a disaster!"
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