The Devil's Den in Bloomington, MN

He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew.
But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way.
He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true.
Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me.
And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he's still breathing.
Because our story, it's not over yet.