A game. A husband and wife game. Gerald`s Game. But this time Jesse didn`t want to play. Lying there, spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bedstead while he`d loomed and drooled over her, she felt angry and humiliated. So she`d kicked out hard. Aimed to hit him where it hurt. He wasn`t meant to die, leaving Jesse alone and helpless in a lakeside holiday cabin. Miles from anywhere. No-one to hear her screams. Alone. Except for the voices in her head that had begun to chatter and argue and sneer . . .