The puppet master thought he could contain us.
Break us.
Turn us into his twisted playthings.
Together, Drake and I forged something unbreakable. Our pain became our strength, our torment fueled our defiance. We were battered, but not broken. The playhouse was a prison for the body, but now, we're more determined than ever. When freedom is within our grasp, we're plunged into a new nightmare. Every escape is a gateway to a darker horror, each sanctuary a façade. In this relentless game of cat and mouse, Sam is always one step ahead, his sinister laughter echoing in the abyss of our despair. I've looked into the eyes of evil and refused to blink. We're not the same souls who were kidnapped. We are warriors of the shadow, bearers of scars that weave the story of our defiance. Sam's final game is at hand, but we are no longer mere players in Sam's twisted drama. The hunted have become the hunters, and the final act will be written in blood.
Trigger warnings: ALL of them. Seriously. It's bad, and each book gets worse in this series. SPOILER ALERT: Detailed Triggers: Kidnapping
