Prologue
Even though she was screaming at me and I could see the panic in her blue eyes, I didn’t stop.
“What are you doing?!” Her velvety voice broke as she tried to get up. But I didn’t even have to strain to wrap my hand around her ankle and hold her in place.
“Please, don’t,” she pleaded now, while desperately trying to free her foot from my grip.
“I can’t,” I replied, feeling my body begin to burn from the inside.
Slowly, I rose to my full height and looked down at her. I could smell her fear. With wide, horrified eyes she stared up at me, and the realization that she was completely at my mercy — and that I would not stop — finally sank in.
Before a scream could form in her throat, I was already on top of her.
Theodore woke drenched in sweat, the all-too-familiar taste in his mouth.
Disgusted with himself and his dreams, he got up and stepped into the shower.
For some time now, his past had begun catching up with him.
He knew he had to do something about it — yet he refused to face it.
