Prologue 

Alex watched as the knife pierced her chest.

He wanted to look away, to be rid of her fearful gaze, as her eyes pleaded with him. Again he plunged the blade into her stomach. It surprised him how easily it slid in and out of her torso, like wet clay offering little resistance. Blood spattered over the wall, over the bed, over himself.

He wanted it to stop, he didn’t want to hurt her, he loved her; his body had other ideas however. Through malicious eyes he watched, unable to stop, unable to control himself, as he slit her throat. Her screaming stopped, replaced by a low gurgle, as blood seeped from the gash in her neck. He stared at her as the light faded from her eyes. Unmoving. Silent. Lifeless.