I toss the covers all the way back and sit on the side of the bed, hoping it will snap me out of this nightmare. I need to wake up. I need to stop this craziness.

"You are not leaving, I will not allow it! We are not finished!" he growls.

"Oh, so now I'm your prisoner?" My anger overrides the fact that I should probably be scared shitless right now. I know what he's capable of.

"Do not make me force you to stay," he says in a much calmer voice.

Do I have a ...