It begins with a "husband-and-wife game", namely, the wife gets handcuffed to the bed, etc. (This is a family disk-magazine, so I will not go on!). Needless to say, she is no longer happy at being treated this way, and lashes out at her husband, causing him to suffer a severe heart attack and die on the floor beside her.
This presents her with a bit of a problem: she is in a holiday house in the middle of nowhere, handcuffed securely in police-issue handcuffs, with no chance of being found. As you can imagine, she goes rather nuts, hearing voices in her head and....
Obviously, telling you any more would just be stupid, and ruin the novel for anyone that did want to read it. Stephen King concentrates in experiences of her past to accentuate her madness, giving in depth descriptions of harrowing sexual experiences of her childhood.
It is not that his descriptions are bad, or that the story is boring, but there is a lack of the indescribable "something" that really makes a novel for me. Other people may like the book and find the in-depth description of a desperate womans psyche captivating, but not me.
In my opinion, almost any Dean Koontz books are more enthralling, and if you wish a gripping story over similar lines, try Koontz's "Intensity" or "The Door to December".