Stretching tiredly on the bed, Annabelle scanned the room, but couldn't find Alvin.

Still seething from their argument, she wasn't inclined to engage in a conversation with him.

The irony of feeling comfortable enough to sleep beside a stranger she doesn't really know, who made her life turn into what she couldn't explain troubled her.

She has noticed something strange about herself, but understanding it confused her.

She just trusted him, as though he wouldn't hurt her in any way. If not, which teenage girl would sleep on the bed of a strange man?

She didn't have an option, since that was what her supernatural abductor wanted.

She had to...