Lahat ng Kabanata ng Webs of Dark Passion: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 56

The first thing I notice is the look in her eyes. She doesn't belong here. That much is obvious but investigation still has to be done.I've dealt with people like her before. They act like prisons are built for vacations and the cuffs on their hands don't bother them. They try to be bold but I see through them. I always do. I trust my guts as much as I trust the training I got at the academy.And at the moment, they are both telling me this suspect isn't a murderer. However, that doesn't mean she is innocent. She is not the criminal and to prove it is exactly what my job here is.“Detective Damon.” An officer calls out. I turn to him. “Yes.”“Aren't you going in?” He waves at the woman cuffed in the interrogation room, boredom etched deep on her face.I continue to stare at her through the glass. She isn't ready for me yet. The boredom on her face needs to become exasperation, anger and then resignation. That is when I will go in.“Let her stay there for three more hours.”“Three?”

I watch as the two men shake hands over a piece of paper, sealing my destiny. I can't believe that my father sold me off for money but it shouldn't be a shock. That man can do anything for money. What is a daughter that he can't sell when he has a dozen more?Gary Rowland has many illegitimate children due to his numerous one-night stands everywhere he goes. The result is that he has a lot of kids he doesn't care for.I bet he is excited that I'm finally proving my usefulness for being born.“Thank you, Mr. Hills.” Gary smiles, oblivious to the resentful glare I send his way.My new husband barely acknowledges him and shifts his focus to me. “Let's go home, wife.”Wife?That feels strange coming from him.I've always had fantasies about being a wife and getting called that by a man but never did I imagine that I would be stuck in a loveless marriage and claimed by a man who paid for me like a piece of meat.“See you around, Raven. Be good.” My father grins as he walks us out.I snort.

They are here again.I want to scream. My heart thuds with fright as I shove the letters out of the way. I can't count how many letters and gifts I've gotten from this unknown and creepy admirer.After getting and reading the hundredth letter, I've stopped counting. I leave the letters at the entrance and rush in as I open the door. The cleaning lady will dispose them before I leave for work the next day. That doesn't mean I won't find another batch of letters by the door when I get back from work.Who is this person?I will do anything to find out who they are.Anything? My subconscious mocks me. I shiver in fright. I don't think I'm sure about that last statement. I'm not ready to give or do anything to find out who my stalker is. I would rather he left me alone.I've read a lot of crazy stuff about stalkers that my mind can't stop torturing me with bizarre images.What if he wants me dead?What if he wants me to be locked up in his bedroom forever?What if he is a hideous psychop