BOOK 2 of the “WEDDING FEAST” TRILOGY
Abigail awakes, naked and vulnerable, in pitch darkness. Her wrists and ankles have been manacled to the floor. One by one, her brutal, troll-like captors come to visit her. Time is short; she is to be the feast at their wedding. No-one else can rescue her. But can she save herself before they dismember her?
Elsewhere, three friends spring a young woman from her cage at an animal experimentation centre. To survive, they must stay one step ahead of the agent who is determined to recapture her. But was it wise for them to leave her alone in an old caravan in the woods whilst they went off for tea and custard-creams with two unexpectedly frisky old-aged pensioners?
*WARNING: Contains nudity, fantasy horror and inappropriate use of custard creams*