The Last Girl

"His instinct is to kill me. His desire is to love me."

Six years ago strangers broke into my house while I was home alone. I hid, but one of them found me. I expected death, but he spared me.

I thought it was over ... except for the nightmares. But he was only waiting for me to ripen to his taste.

I'm not the first girl he's taken to sate his dark hunger, but I will be the last.