Angol
'Three warnings: (1) Never let your grandma read this work; (2) Never start reading this book late in the night-you will lose a good night's sleep; (3) If you don't heed warning number two, leave the lights on when you go to sleep. This is a horror thriller, a psychological thriller, a whodunit, and a wonderful mystical thriller all rolled into one, providing a wonderful, wonderful read." -Narayan Radhakrishnan, New Mystery Reader He used ropes prepared with slip knots and quickly bound her hands and her ankles. Next, he pulled a small piece of duct tape from his pocket and pressed it tightly over her mouth. Then he flipped her over onto her back. He stood up and looked down at her. He smiled. She was totally helpless, completely unprotected, and she was his. Tears streamed down the sides of her face through eyes wide with terror and she shook uncontrollably. She fought hard against her restraints and the ropes cut into her wrists and ankles causing them to bleed. Her shoulders, thrust backwards under her, began to ache and her full weight pressed on her arms, constricting her circulation and numbing the fingers of her hands.
