A game. A husband and wife game. Gerald’s Game.

A game. A husband and wife game. Gerald’s Game.

But this time Jesse didn’t want to play. Lying there, spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bedstead while he’d loomed and drooled over her, she felt angry and humiliated.

So she’d kicked out hard. Aimed to hit him where it hurt.

He wasn’t meant to die, leaving Jesse alone and helpless in a lakeside holiday cabin. Miles from anywhere. No-one to hear her screams.

Alone. Except for the voices in her head that had begun to chatter and argue and sneer . . .