Dark Romance

I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer. When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless. I was wrong. Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go. Soon I stopped begging to be let go. Soon I started begging to be his.

RIEN: She doesn't know it, but she's already mine. They all are. They cry. They scream. They beg for their lives. The truth of it is, they're all wearing masks, even me. I'm just the only one who's not afraid to look at what lies beneath. SARA: My hands are tied behind my back. Even if I could get loose, I'm locked inside the plastic surgeon's library. He's in the next room, killing someone. And if I said I wanted him to let me go, I'd be lying.