The moment I stopped for him on the roadside, I felt the weight of a terrible choice. Now, I’m kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil who calls himself Saint, with my boyfriend’s blood staining my hands. Saint says he saved me, sparing me from something worse, but his dark presence feels less like salvation and more like a trap.
I should fight back. I should run. But Saint’s voice carries a temptation I can’t ignore, and when he tells me to flee, a twisted part of me wonders—does he want me to escape, or does he crave the chase?
In Saint’s dangerous game, every step brings me closer to a truth I’m not ready to face: am I his prisoner, his prey, or something far more sinister?
