"You're mine. Better keep that inside that pretty little head of yours." He said it low, but laced with quiet fury. She screamed back, defiant and shaking with rage. "I will never-ever-be yours. Not in this life." He only chuckled. Slow. Cold. "Too late, darling." The next thing she knew... she was his. In every way he could describe. Body. Mind. Soul. Piece by twisted piece. Now, there's no way out. Not when he's rewritten the rules. Not when love has turned into obsession- And freedom is just another illusion he's crafted. ... How far can you run when the monster knows your heartbeat by name? And what if you start to wonder... whether you ever really wanted to escape?