I'm a master at controlling my feelings. I've had years of practice. My only release comes from cutting.
And pain. I like pain.
I don't get involved in kidnapping...usually. Now, thanks to my father, I have a redhead locked in a room and cuffed to the bed.
Not just any redhead, this one has a smart mouth, and she's a fighter. She fights me, and I love it.
She gets under my skin. She makes me feel.
She's my firecracker.
But, if her brother doesn't pay back the money he stole from us, I have to kill her.
Drinking a cocktail that was laced with Rohypnol is the stupidest thing I've ever done.
But with an alcoholic for a father, and a drug addicted mother, I suppose intelligence was never going to be my strong suit.
Now, thanks to my idiot brother, I'm being held captive by a man who gets off on taunting and humiliating me.
I should be scared.
But he's making me feel things I've never felt before. He's doing things no one has done for me before.
I should be focusing on staying alive. Instead, I’m falling for a killer.