When the ruthless PMC commander, Kaelen, pressed his rough thumbs into my vagus nerve to stop my surgical tremors, my blood ran cold. It was the exact physical grounding technique my anonymous midnight confidant, Ghost, had taught me over the encrypted radio. The bloodthirsty tyrant who had just forcefully conquered my camp was the same gentle soul I had blindly trusted. Now, with the military rescue chopper idling nearby, my finger hovers over the terminal. Overriding my evacuation orders to establish a permanent medical post means instantly forfeiting my safe return. The undeniable cost is forever binding my life to constant death threats and the suffocating possession of a man who vowed to drag me to hell. He watches me from the blood-soaked dirt, waiting. Will I escape his brutal dominion, or willingly chain myself to this monster?