Chapter 37

Camille’s POV

I stood there hanged on the ceiling fan with legs wiggling in the air and suddenly I realized being bound and kidnapped has become my world, the only decorations my own nail marks on the walls I cannot scale. Though I know there is light at the top it feels a million miles away and, were it not for him being down here with me, I wouldn’t even try.

Every time I reach out with love to someone out there, someone I hope could burst in through the door to save me from these monsters. The twins were beginning to stir with snarling sounds and Marcel hurdles into a far-end corner of the room, hiding in fear of what his own kids are capable of. They were no longer the sweet innocent kids the love of his love bore him, they had become some sort of a devil incarnate with spit dripping off their elongated canines and fingernails elongated to form a new set of claws. It was torture watching them transform but it was some form of mental ache for Marcel watc