If Only She'd Loved Him

It's a good thing when you give a person hope, isn't it? At least that's what Megan told herself as she broke up with her boyfriend.

But why do you really do it? Is it for them or for you?

Megan Powell likes to play games. Hot pink Uzi hooked on her hip, she spends half her nights at college trying to assassinate the other team for beer points. So it doesn't faze her a bit when her boyfriend "kidnaps" her one night. However, she's not the only one who likes to play. One look into the wrong colored eyes and she knows the gun pressed into her side is real and she's in for the game of her life.

Using all her ingenuity, she must do whatever she can to survive. A paper clip, a glass of orange juice , a can of Coke -- all become tools for escape. But it's not easy to survive an obsession, especially one that she unknowingly nurtured. You see, Megan knows her kidnapper, spent a summer dating him and still has feelings for him -- feelings that may go deeper than even she knows. Torn apart inside, Megan fights not only her kidnapper but herself.

Only Jean, her roommate, believes that Megan didn't disappear voluntarily. Conducting a relentless search, Jean and her friend Matt try to find Megan before it's too late.

But it's late and getting later. Megan's kidnapper took her because she gave him the hope that they might get back together. As he loses that hope, he slips further and further over the edge of sanity till it's anyone's guess which way the game will end.