The Game Maker

I'm starting to want them both, not just my protector ... the villain as well.

After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell.

No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he'd let me stay with him for a price is here, too.

He's the whole reason I lost my job.

My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy.

Andrew, you piece of ... what are you doing?

Who's Andrew?

My blood runs cold. That's not Andrew's voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

As my vision clears, the heart-stoppingly beautiful monster comes into view. He is definitely not Andrew.

And just when I think I'm locked in a cell with my captor, a second male voice comes through a speaker: our actual captor. He has a game he insists we will play ... all for his brutal twisted amusement.

And if we please him, maybe he'll let us live.