Chapter 72

Thea didn't know how long she'd existed in this prison. All she knew was Hell couldn't be any worse than this. She often lamented the stupid need for a chocolate bar that had driven her from the safety of her apartment to the corner store down the street. She played the what-if game in her head.

What if she'd eaten the crystalized ice cream in her freezer instead?

Or made some cookie dough?

Or gone to bed? Would she be living this nightmare if she'd just resisted the urge for chocolate? Would David still have snapped? And, if he hadn't, would she be living in her apartment with her possessed boyfriend, oblivious but safe?

Judging by the madman who held her captive-a psycho who controlled her former lover-nothing would have saved her. And she didn't doubt his mocking words when the creature with red eyes and the sharp teeth claimed no one would ever find her.