Twisted Obsession

Camilla's POV

He locked the door. I stare at the brass knob, my chest rising and falling as the metallic echo of the deadbolt seals my fate. Pure, raw adrenaline floods my veins, overriding the deep shock paralyzing my limbs. The illusion of safety inside my home shatters into jagged pieces. I scramble backward toward the kitchen counter. My fingers grapple blindly against the smooth marble until