“Picture this: an underground vault that’s big—really big—like the inside of a church. Running the entire length of that vault is a twenty-foot-wide channel of fast-flowing water. The water is black. The sound it makes is the roar of an angry beast. I’m lying there, staring at him. Around my neck is a steel collar. Running from the collar is a chain that’s ten feet long. The other end of the chain is padlocked to a steel collar around the neck of the man that lies unconscious on a concrete slab.... The stranger’s got the muscular build of a pro wrestler and long wild-man-of-the-woods hair. He wears one of those all-in-one white paper suits that murder suspects are given when their clothes have been taken away to be examined for their victim’s blood. Even though he’s asleep he radiates BRUTAL. Terror turns my blood to ice. I look up at the lights bolted to the curving brickwork that forms the ceiling and ask myself aloud: “How did I get here?” The man’s eyelids snapped open to reveal blazing eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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