Lightning flashes across the dark sky and phantom eyes wink at Andrea. A dark bloody mouth appears below the eyes, twisting into an evil smirk. Andrea backs away, but Andrew is too fast. He pulls himself out of the ruins and limps toward her. As he walks he keeps one hand over his thigh, but the blood seeps between his fingers. She turns her back to run and his bloodstained hand closes on her wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going, honey?” he asks. “You can’t leave me—you’re going to be my wife.”
“Let me go,” she screams. “Let me go!”
She tries to pull away from him, but his grip is iron-hard on her wrist. He starts to drag her back toward the ruined church, pulling her over piles of bricks and stained glass. She kicks her legs and flails her arms, but she can’t get away from him.
