The Watcher

At 10:14 p.m., Jaya texted her roommate: On my way.
At 10:16, she was gone.

When she wakes, she's not on the street anymore. She's bound to a chair, surrounded by plastic walls that drip with condensation, a single bulb swinging above her head. And she's not alone.

He's there.

A man who looks fine. Too fine. Tattoos inked like art, jawline sharp, eyes steady enough to cut through her. He doesn't look like danger, and that makes him worse.

He tells her there are rules now.
He tells her she's always been his.
And he tells her the truth: he's been watching her for a long, long time.

Told in two chilling voices - Jaya's desperate fight to survive and her captor's seductive obsession - The Watcher is a dark psychological thriller that dares to ask:

What happens when being chosen is the most terrifying thing of all?