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Olivia doesn't cry anymore. She learned early that emotions are a leash, pain is affection, and love-real love-should feel like suffering.

After burying her parents and surviving a childhood where cruelty passed for parenting, she's been drifting in her empty house, haunted by silence, feeding fantasies that border on madness. Until the silence starts watching back.

Walker has been in the walls of her life for years. Studying her. Memorizing her. Becoming the man of her dreams-if her dreams were soaked in blood and soaked sheets. He calls her his recluse. His reward. His property.

But Olivia doesn't shatter. She grew up in hell. She already learned how to crawl out of it.

In a violent, erotic and horror inspired spiral of power and obsession, Olivia and her stalker begin a dance of control, humiliation, and need-where every touch hurts and every bruise says I love you. But when the leash slips from his hands, and she starts pulling back...

"She isn't prey," his closest friend points at him.
"You are."

Who's really hunting who?

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EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING!!! Read at your own risk. This is a dark romance/horror.
* Please also keep in mind this is unedited and is currently going through this process. ❤️ thanks!