PROLOGUE

"This bitch's body is driving me crazy," he thinks to himself as he stares at the monitor.

He has successfully installed a spy camera on the large mirror in her bedroom. His obsession with her runs deep, and he will stop at nothing to keep her by his side.

He can take out anyone who threatens to take her away in just three seconds. The swifter the action, the more satisfying it is for him.

"Or maybe I should just eliminate you before anyone else can benefit from you?" he whispers.

As the woman undresses, her beauty gives him the strength to continue living in his hell. His gaze lingers on her chest, his anger simmering at the thought of anyone else making her heart race.

"Your heart is mine. You are mine. You only have a few hours left to escape me, Kira."

***

The stillness of the air is almost suffocating, broken only by the faint glow of a single light in the distance. Her heart races as she realizes she is not alone in this eerie place, and she must find a way to escape the grasp of death that seems to lurk around every corner.

Her intuition screams at her that this is not a place she should be, and she knows that time is of the essence if she hopes to make it out alive. With every ounce of determination she can muster, she sets her mind to finding a way out before it's too late.

With a sudden jolt, the room is illuminated by the harsh flicker of bright light, revealing the man who had previously been kind and considerate standing before her.

Her stomach drops as she realizes the horror of the situation, and she desperately hopes that this is all just a figment of her imagination.

As she blinks her eyes open once more, she is consumed by excruciating pain, and the metallic tang of blood fills her senses as it drips steadily onto the floor below.

Her body is suspended precariously on a chair, her head tightly secured with a sturdy rope, and her hands bound tightly behind her back.

Every fiber of her being is on high alert as she struggles to stay still, knowing that even the slightest wrong move could mean the end of her life.

"Your heart belongs to me. Only me," says the man, who appears to have lost his sanity.

This is the dead end, Kira.

"Daxxe," she whispers, calling out the man's last name.

As she is about to give up her life, a woman appears before her. Her face is familiar, but she can't place her. She smiles at her, but anger is visible in her eyes.

She cries silently as she lies motionless and voiceless in room #201 of the hospital where she works. Her body is barely alive.

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