Haven of Death

Prologue

Kelly Wright dozed on her sofa in front of a warm, crackling fire in her fireplace. As she woke on and off, she sipped a glass of wine and thought about how lucky she was to find this wonderful house. In the three months that she had lived there, she had fallen in love with all of its grand features. It was so amazing that such a cozy room existed in such a huge house.

She wondered why one glass of wine would relax her so much and make her so sleepy. Her arms and legs felt extremely heavy. Attempting to lift her head, she realized no matter how hard she tried, it was as if a brick was tied to the back of it. She drifted off one final time oblivious to the cameras that were secretly spying on her.

He sat in the tunnels inside of the walls examining the images on his monitors, waiting patiently for the sedatives he had slipped into her bottle of wine to take effect. The excitement was building within him each time she closed her eyes. Just as he felt he could contain himself no more, her eyes closed and did not flutter back open.

He slipped his hands around her petite throat. As he felt her soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers, he relished the fact that no other man will ever touch this skin again. As he began to squeeze the life from her beautiful body, he bent forward and whispered to her, “Wake up my lovely. This will only be good if I can watch the life drain from your eyes.”

Terror struck her as she opened her mouth and tried to scream, but no sound would come. No one would hear her even if she could. In her mind she was screaming, Wait! It’s you! Why are you doing this?

Excitement welled up inside of him. He wondered if this is what it would have felt like to make love to her. Then he could not imagine any thing better than this as he choked the last bit of life from her enormous, horror-filled eyes.