Tom
“Sara, this is your last chance. Come home right now or you’ll regret it,” Tom snarled in yet another voice message, his tone growing more venomous with every passing day.
He had been spamming her phone relentlessly ...calls, texts, and aggressive voice notes ... ever since the night she didn’t return home.
Tom paced around the master bedroom like a caged animal, his ego bruised and his temper boiling. He no longer felt any appreciation or love for Sara.
In his twisted mind, she had become nothing more than a toy he enjoyed breaking. The memory of her crying and trembling while tied to the chair still brought him a sick sense of satisfaction.
He wanted her back just so he could watch her suffer again.
“She thinks she can hide from me?” Tom muttered darkly, dialing her number on
