CHAPTER ONESHE was in a very dark, very smoky, very crowded room,crammed with unfamiliar faces, most of them contorted intofrighteningly threatening grimaces. Panic surged through her inwaves. She wanted to turn and run and yet for some reason her feet remained locked to the floor. Alien sounds and scents filled the air; she was overwhelmed by the despairing conviction thatshe could never, ever escape from the place of torment her inner consciousness told her her surroundings were, and thenmiraculously a door opened; light flooded the room and a manstood there his arms open wide to encourage her to run to him,his face in the shadows, but she knew without seeing hisfeatures who he was, and his name was torn from her lips on aglad cry as she ran for the haven of his arms.'Daddy . . .' She cried his name again, her relief suddenly,horrifyingly turning to terror as he stepped into the light and shesaw that he was not her father at all but someone else—astranger— dark and forbidding, unknown to her and yetsomehow recognised by her inner senses . . . recognised and feared. She screamed, and screamed again, and it was the sound of her own pain and fear that eventually jolted her out of thefantasy world of her nightmare and back to reality.