The sound of glass shattering snapped me back to reality. I looked at the intruder.

"Oops, my bad," he sneered with a wicked smile.

The jerk deliberately broke my glass. He stood up and started pacing, but not out of nervousness.

"Now, what should I do? There are so many ways to kill you," the intruder turned to face me. "But I'll give you a choice—got any preferences on how you wanna die?"

My stomach turned. I had to escape. This guy was ...