The Housemaid: An absolutely addictive psychological thriller with a jaw-dropping twist

It’s simple. If you want to get out of the room, all you have to do is pull out one of your teeth.”

I watch Andrew’s face on the screen. His lips pull into a grimace and he throws the pliers on the floor. “You’re joking. There’s no way. I’m not doing that.”

“Relax,” I say. “I’m going to let you out.”

“Good.”

“Just not yet.”

“Millie…” he growls. “I did exactly what you said. Three hours.”

“Three hours?” I raise my eyebrows even though he can’t see them. “I’m sorry if you heard three hours. I actually said five hours. So I’m afraid you’re going to have to start over.”

now that I’ve survived—it turns out I’m not dead inside after all.