One, two, her men are coming for you, Three, four, they’ll be at your door, Five, six, they won’t play tricks, Seven, eight, bodies line a crate, Nine, ten, they’ll have her back again. Hatchet, Snow, Bones, Ghost, Honeymonster and Nightshade…the psychos who warmed my bed and stole more than just my heart from me are mad. I’ve been taken and they want me back. They’re about to prove that they are the biggest, baddest predators in the room, and they won’t stop until they have me in their clutches once more. But they don’t know that there’s a reason why I left, and they won’t understand why I’m less than happy to be found. They think they’re rescuing me from the grasp of the asylum, but they don’t realise they’re sentencing me to a fate worse than death back by their sides.