The silhouette that filled the doorway was impossibly wide. The man had to turn his shoulders slightly to fit through the frame. This was "Jackerman." Nobody knew his real name. In the whispers of the criminal underworld, he was a myth, a bogeyman used to scare enforcers into paying their dues. But Elias knew he was real. He was the man who held the leash.
Go ahead. Check the lock again. I can wait. The Captive -Jackerman-
You see, I’ve been captive before. Not in a dungeon made of stone—but in a cage made of kindness. A gilded box where every smile was a bar and every whisper was a bolt sliding home. They told me I belonged there. Told me the monster was the one outside the door. The silhouette that filled the doorway was impossibly wide