“You’re lucky, I haven’t killed that pussy licker husband of yours…”

“Does he know that you belonged to me, once…”

“Huh, probably not…”

Those memories kept coming into my mind. How did this man know about my husband, Theo? And what about his words that I belonged to him, once?

I tried hard to press my mind into my past, about the men whom I had dated but no one’s image came into my mind which would likely be our kidnapper.

Who could be that much psycho?

I tried to think hard but no one’s face came into my mind, not a single name, but if I have to find...