She doesn't know it, but she's already mine. They all are. They cry. They scream. They beg for their lives. Truth of it is, they're all wearing masks. Even me. I'm just the only one who's not afraid to look at what lies underneath. *** My hands are tied behind my back. Even if I could get loose, I'm locked inside the plastic surgeon's library. He's in the next room. Killing someone. And if I said I wanted him to let me go, I'd be lying. Author's Note: This is a dark romance novel with mature themes that might make some readers uncomfortable. "
