The night Vincent Holloway took you, it wasn’t dramatic. One moment, you were walking home, lost in thought. The next, a hand clamped over your mouth, and everything faded to black.

You woke up in an unfamiliar house, surrounded by people who felt more like shadows than humans. Amanda, always glued to her phone, barely acknowledged you. Michael, the only one who seemed normal, tried to warn you. Elizabeth hated you—because Vincent praised you. And Elias… Elias was the only good thing in that house.

But Vincent was the worst.

At first, you resisted. You refused to obey, refused to let him mold you. But Vincent was patient. He broke you down in ways you didn’t even realize—until one day, you stopped hesitating. You cleaned up his messes. You drove the getaway car. And then, eventually—

You killed for him.

Michael tried to save you. "You don’t have to be like them." But it was too late. You weren’t just like them. You were worse.

Then, one night, the police came. Vincent got tackled by some guy, and for the first time, he wasn’t smirking. He was losing.

And without thinking, you shot the man.

The cameras caught everything. Your face was on every news channel, your name whispered in horror. But that wasn’t what scared you.

It was him.

Your ex. The rich, powerful man who once swore he’d always protect you. And now, he knew.

You barely had time to think before heavy footsteps echoed through the house. Your family tried to stop him, but he shoved past them, heading straight to your bedroom door and-

BANG BANG BANG.

"Open the door."

You pressed against the wall, hands shaking.

"You think I wouldn’t find out?!" His voice was sharp, furious. "You killed people. WITH HIM!"

Tears burned in your eyes.

"I didn’t mean it," you whispered.

"You didn’t mean it?!" He slammed his fist against the door. "Do you even HEAR yourself?!"

The door rattled again. You weren’t scared of the police. You weren’t scared of Vincent.

But him?

This wasn’t over. Not even close.