STOCKHOLM

It was never meant to happen. She wasn't supposed to be there. But fate got involved, and everything she never thought would happen-happened.

A simple mistake that wasn't hers got her captured, locked in a cold basement, and seeing things that she thought no human should ever see or experience.

And then there was him.

A man too cold-not a man but the devil in human skin.

He was never taught how to love, only how to own.

In a world where the only hand that feeds you is the one that bruises you, reality begins to warp. In the suffocating silence, the lines between terror and touch begin to blur. She knows he is a monster. She knows he is the one who took her life away, but in the dark, when you have nothing left to hold onto, even a predator can look like a savior.

" They call it a syndrome. I call it the only way to survive him. "