Chloe naturally scrolled past Christian's post, her thumb swiping up without the slightest hesitation.
To her, the entire spectacle was nothing more than a ridiculous farce. All she wanted was to live her life in peace.
But later that day, just as she was getting ready to leave for a date, a cloth soaked in chloroform was clamped viciously over her mouth and nose. In the final second before she completely blacked out, she caught a glimpse of a face she knew all too well, which was twisted with manic obsession.
When she finally opened her eyes again, rough ropes bound her wrists tightly. Beneath her lay a plush vintage rug. As she raised her heavy head, a horrifying sight greeted her: the entire room was plastered with photographs of her.
Hundreds of them covered every square inch of th
