I Thought The Door Was Locked

This is a story of serious tied up situations that are nearly impossible to escape with constantly increasing tension. I've been trying to cook something like this up in my head since I was just a teenager.

I would close my eyes and build these scenes, sometimes staying on a single moment for days because I’d drift off before I could finish the thought.

As I grew up, I searched everywhere for a story where tied up situations would be there, and tension would be there but not the stockholm syndrome element because it doesn't make sense to fall for your kidnapper who is surprisingly handsome.

I wanted something that captured the heavy, physical reality of being held captive, but I could never find it. Most stories I found focused on "Prince Charming" kidnappers or over-the-top serial killers. I wanted something different. I wanted a story where the tension comes from failure to escape and life threatening situations, the weight of the silence, and the raw humiliation.

When I couldn’t find that book, I realized I had to write it myself.

This is a story about a man named Dmitri who let a bruised ego turn into a dark obsession, and a woman named Anya who is forced to find her own strength when her world is stripped away.

Everything started with a no, a bruised ego, and ends uo in a power struggle that feels deeply personal. Anya is a person who thinks, feels, and watches for every tiny crack in the plan, even when the situation feels impossible.

I’ve spent years dreaming about these chapters. Now that they are finally on the page, I hope they pull you in just as much as they did for me.