Yes, it's creepy, yes it's scary. But worst of all, things like this do happen. 
 That's why it's even more scary. 
 The story is told in short, concise, almost trembling chapters. There's spaced out, and not eloquent at all - more so reflecting the ignorance of a child locked up. A child abused. A child hurt and without a family's love. Alice, that's not even her real name, is a child, on the outside, she could be anyone, yet she's chained - stuck with her captor and forced to endure his repeated abuses, his words, his physical touch. What's more is the indifference of the people, like the ones at the salon Alice goes to to get her bikini wax. It's not a story that's really supposed to tell a moral, like we should prosecute pedophiles, or rapist or anything. Rather it's a sad, yet cruel story of a poor abused girl. But heck, in this society, what can you do? There's no ending for Alice - she'll always have the scars of her torturer, and those memories. 
 I don't know how to feel really. Pity, remorse, anger? The novel is poignant, in its most frank sense. Clear and straightforward, it deals with a subject matter that we all don't want to talk about. It's sad, really - but nothing in the novel tries to go with the sob story route. It's more so an emotionless doll talking, speaking of abuses. But behind that emotionless, that sparse exterior, you can see the pain. 
 I think more than anything this story is about pain. More than physical pain at least.