The author succeeds in creating an untrustworthy narrator who reads like a true psycho. However, the plot is thin, the characters one-dimensional lampoons, and the writing simply terribly, painfully bad. For example, during a scene in a mall foodcourt, the author writes, "... the conversation laced with sexual innuendo blurred my hearing." I did a quick internet search, and found exactly two references to "blurred hearing," both of these being for a rock band out of Baja, Californina. In other words, I was correct in my assessment: Kadet mixes metaphors like a cement truck in an earthquake. If you're looking for good BDSM-related fiction, I suggest you stick with the professionals like Cecelia Tan, John Warren, and Anne Rampling. Even for the work of an amateur, this book leaves much to be desired.