A skitter down your spine. A dark chuckle floating on the breeze. A mask weaving in and out of the waning light.
This dark anthology is not for the faint of heart. This is where the masked men and serial unalivers play, and you are their new toy.
Make sure your windows and doors are locked. Don’t answer any phone calls. And whatever you do… try not to scream.
Not that it matters anyway. They found you, and now, they’ll do everything in their power to keep you.
Please join these mistresses of the dark as they show you just what it means to hurt so good.