I usually dance on bars, not find myself waking up behind them.

I'm in a cell, captured by the enemy that has been hunting my kind for the past decade. They're holding me hostage to use for leverage in their sick extermination effort, forcing me to live through my worst nightmare and subjecting me to unspeakable horrors. While a lesser woman would give up, I'll stop at nothing to find a way to escape this place, even if it means crossing a few lines.

The guy who's keeping me under lock and key is stone cold, but there's no mistaking the way he looks at me. As much as he hates himself for it, he wants me, and that's something I can work with.

Little by little, I'll let him get closer. I'll make him believe I'm playing his game while setting a honey trap he can't help but get caught in. He'll think he's breaking me down, but I'll just be biding my time, waiting for an opening to shove a knife in his back and set myself free.

There's only one problem with my plan, though…

There's a fine line between love and hate.