I'm feeling more worried with each passing moment. It's obvious that William is totally unhinged.

Being in the hands of an insane person is terrifying because I have no idea what he'll do with each passing moment. He's simultaneously ranting and raving about how he's in love with me and how much he hates my family.

It's hard to get the story straight and I'm starting to worry that I'll be killed in the crossfire of his tormented mind.

If he were a sane, sober person, at least I might have a better idea of if I'll live or die, but as it is there's no telling.

His greasy black hair flops over his face and his suit is crinkled. He looks like a very deranged version of the person I met last night. I had no idea then that he was so crazy, and I wonder how he kept his wits about him for even one evening.

My instinct says to pacify him. I have no idea if anyone realizes I'm gone or how long I’ll have to placate him. I think if I pretend to return his affections, maybe I can gain some influence and convince him to untie me.

"William," I say. "Why am I tied up? I thought tonight you were going to meet me at Unique and we could finally be together."

He looks at me warily. "You did not. You would never have gone home with me."

"Yes, baby." I nearly choke on the word, but I'll say and do anything to save my own life. "I just needed you to get that contract out of the way with my boss and then I thought we were going to go somewhere, you know, together."

"You're lying,” he screams. “You could never love a guy like me."

I take a minute to consider my options and then say, "That's what I thought too at first. But then after I met you last night, you were all I could think about. Didn't you feel the same way?"

I've got him confused now. He shakes his sweaty head and tugs on his hair in a frenzied gesture.

"You mean you wanted to be with me?"

"That's right. Still do. But I don't like being tied up, so come release me and then we can get more comfortable."

"No!" he yells. "It's not true. You’re trying to trick me. I know you have a boyfriend."

I flinch at his manic switch from confused to insane.

I force a smile. "Oh, but you pale in comparison to him."

"I don't believe you, you lying bitch!"

I'm starting to lose him, and that means I'm starting to lose myself. I could be dead in an instant if I don't get a handle on him.

"William, please believe me.” My voice shakes as tears threaten to spill down my cheeks. “I broke up with Leo today. My bags are packed ready to run away with you."

"Really?" Tears stream down his face now.

His mood is more mercurial than anything I've ever seen. I'm wishing now I'd gone into Psychology rather than Finance so that I could know how to talk him down from this ledge.

And to my utter horror, I see the flash of steel that indicates a gun as he reaches into his jacket for a tissue to wipe his sweating brow and tear-stained cheeks.

Oh my God.

It's all over.

These are my last moments. In a state of complacent calm, I accept my fate. Maybe it's the wrong reaction, but I just keep staring at the streams of sunlight as they come in through the window.

I think about how beautiful life is and how I need to appreciate these last moments of beauty. I hear myself breathing as if in slow motion. And then the most extraordinary thing happens.

"Sienna! Sienna are you in there?"

Leo? Am I imagining it? Am I actually already dead? Or maybe just unconscious and dreaming.

Then I hear the pounding on the door and I snap back to reality.

It is Leo! He’s come for me.

"Leo! He has a gun!" I yell hoping to keep him from coming in.

Please God, let it be me that dies and not him.

He came for me, but he's a moment too late. William grabs my hair and pushes the gun up to my temple.

"Please, William,” I sob. “Please don't do this. Think of the life you could have. My brother will still pay you. Just put the gun down. Please, put the gun down."

I'm full out crying now. I'm about to be shot. Leo will walk in and I'll be dead. I'm crying out of fear and I'm crying because he's just a minute too late to save me.

Everything we could’ve had was right within our reach. And now, because of this crazed maniac, it’s all going to be taken from me.

Then another paralyzing thought hits me. What if William kills him, too?

And it will all have been my fault. If only I'd listened and never insisted on being an escort, this tragedy wouldn't be happening.

"Please, Leo,” I beg, “just go! He's got a gun to my head."

Just then, as if on cue, the door bursts open. A crew of security guards surrounds us. And then there's Leo.

For a brief moment I think maybe I've died and this is a dream of how I wish it had all gone.

"Let her go," he says. He’s firm but cautious with William.

He tosses a bag of money towards him, and it distracts William enough to give the security team their chance.

They tackle him to the ground and a shot's fired. It bounces off the ceiling, but thank God it doesn't hurt anyone. 

Leo stalks toward William and crushes his wrist with one booted heel, forcing the psycho to drop his gun.

And then it's all over.

The police arrive and drag William off to jail.

Leo gently unties me. I'm in a shocked daze as he puts my arms around his neck and lifts me up.

"I'll never let you touch the ground again. All I want is for you to be safe. I'm so sorry, baby." He kisses me gently, as though a kiss could ever make up for what's transpired, what I’ve caused.

I blame myself for everything.

"Leo, I'm so sorry. He just grabbed me. I never meant for any of this to happen. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought you'd find me dead and..."

"Shh, baby. It's okay. It's over now. It's all over."

"But it's my fault," I say as he wipes the tears away.

"It's not your fault, baby. None of this is."

"Can you forgive me?"

"For what baby? You're perfect. And now we're together."

And then I see my brother over his shoulder.

"What is Jax doing here?"

"He helped me. He helped organize everything. I couldn't have done it without his help."

"You mean you guys worked together?" I ask incredulously.

He laughs. "Pretty unbelievable, right?"

I want him to take me home to the penthouse and to fuck my brains out to make me forget this whole night, to remember that I'm alive, to give me reassurance that everything will be okay.

And I know he wants the same thing...to connect, to know that this is real. We haven't had any time to celebrate, But we can’t just yet. Right now, the place is a flurry of activity with policemen everywhere, and it looks like we won't be getting out of here anytime soon.