Eight boys walk into a nightmare. The killer is hunting them. The mystery is trapping them. But the real danger isn't the monster hiding in the shadows... it's the boy sleeping next to them.
When the world turns upside down, survival requires a sacr...
He didn't know how long he had been drifting in the void. Time didn't exist here. There was only the throb of his own pulse, beating frantically against his eardrums, and the searing line of fire around his wrists.
He tried to shift, to find the floor, but gravity was a cruel thing. His toes barely grazed the cold concrete, scraping uselessly for purchase. The strain in his shoulders screamed, a sharp, tearing agony that radiated down his spine. Above him, the rope groaned—a low, fibrous protest that echoed in the silence.
Creak.
The sound was so small, so ordinary. It belonged in an attic, or a ship docking at a harbor. It did not belong here, in this black abyss where he hung like a marionette whose strings had been pulled too tight.
Think, he commanded his brain, but his mind was a shattered mirror.
His wrists burned from the ropes pulling his arms upward. His knees shook. His toes barely scraped the ground. Every small movement made the rope above him groan softly, like the ceiling itself was complaining. He tried to move and the rope answered with a small, protesting creak. The sound was so ordinary it should have reassured him. Instead it screamed that someone had put him here on purpose.
He didn't remember how he got here. But he remembered the moment before this.
A touch on his face. A voice saying his name. A smile...sweet, soft, gentle... and absolutely wrong. So wrong it made his stomach flip.
A faint click echoed...a soft mechanical sound. It could've been a camera. Or a switch. Or someone's finger brushing metal. Whatever it was, it made his breath hitch.
He tried to speak, but the fear came first. It crawled up his throat, squeezing it shut before any words could escape. He remembers. Remember everything so clearly.
What is going on?? Was he hallucinating or was that really happened??
He didn't know all he knew was he wanted...desperately wanted to go in the warmth embrace of his lover. He wanted to forget what just happened or maybe that killer made him hallucinate. He don't know. He just want to see his beloved smile. His sparkly eyes. His...
"Look at you"
The voice was a low rumble, deep enough to vibrate through his very bones. It wasn't angry. It was filled with a terrifying, reverent awe. His blood turned to ice. He knew that voice. He knew it better than his own.
