I was a diagnosed psychopath with an unrelenting hunger for violence. And my outlet for that darkness was taking lives. When a prison transfer put me in a position to escape, I seized the opportunity, which sparked an unyielding manhunt. I wouldn’t be caged again, so I stalked and hunted until I found refuge in a small, secluded house on the outskirts of an isolated town. I took that home as mine—and its owner. Evelina. My plan was hide out, stay unseen, and slip into the unknown, where I’d never be found again. The days stretched into weeks, and something dangerous shifted inside me. My need to just survive turned into an obsession with Evelina. That twisted desire deepened and consumed me in ways I never expected. What was meant to be a brief captivity until I moved on spiraled into a dark and disturbing connection. It blurred the line between captor and captive. Yet beneath Evelina’s fear lay a secret of her own—one that might prove she was far from the helpless damsel she portrayed. It was a game of obsession and desire, and I was starting to think maybe she was just as deranged as I was.