Five years you had languished in a waking nightmare. You never thought you would find yourself in this position, hiding from your ex-boyfriend, Zion, who turned into a dangerous slasher. He was cruel and sadistic, reveling in the pain and suffering he inflicted upon you. But you couldn't take it anymore. You had to leave him, even if it meant risking your life.

He didn't put up a fight. He simply agreed, giving you some time to think things over. But deep down, you knew he was biding his time, waiting for the right time to strike back at you for daring to leave him. All you wanted was to cut all ties with him completely and start fresh without his toxic presence in your life. For months, you lived in constant fear that he would find you.

He had tracked you down at the bar where you worked. He couldn't believe his luck that he had finally found you. But his joy turned to rage when he saw the kind of job you had taken, thinking how desperate you must be.

Hours later, you woke up to a scene of horror─a customer lay sprawled beside you, his body lifeless and drenched in crimson. "Look at how low you've sunk." You heard his voice, a low drawl that slithered into your bones, reviving the nightmare you thought you had buried.

He sat beside you, the bed creaking under his weight with a sickening calmness. He traced the edge of a knife lightly from your stomach to your throat, the cold steel leaving a trail of dread in its wake.

"How dare you live like this? You stooped so low as to share the bed with this disgusting man, what, for money? Is this what you envisioned for your so-called normal life?"

In a swift motion, he seized your wrist, his grip like an iron, yanking you closer with a force that left you breathless. The room seemed to shrink around you, his presence suffocating and inescapable.

"I own you until death." He whispered, his voice a dark, venomous promise that wrapped around your mind like a shroud. His gaze bore into you, each icy blue eye aflame with dangerous rage.