The Prey

My stomach lurched bile rising in my throat again as I emptied the contents in the toilet.

I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to brush away the sight of those lifeless eyes, the paleness of the skin, the blood matted in the hair—it was a grotesque vision straight out of a nightmare.

I tried to swallow but the lump of fear was trapped in my throat choked by terror making my body paralysed.

I could still see the horrified face twisted in a final expression of fear as if the person had met their end in sheer agony. The bad, I didn’t want to think who...