The Prey

My skin was on fire, prickling under the intensity of his touch, and it was too much.

I didn’t even remember ripping off the woolen scarf and tossing it into the backseat of the car. The cold air bit into my exposed neck, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of this monster’s arm around my waist.

His cane tapped rhythmically as we walked, his sunglasses shielding his unreadable eyes from the world, the prettiest and perfect illusion of blindness.

Ask me, I’d write his tales with better pen.

I didn’t know why he bothered to bring me along.

Kyle trailed behind us, stiff and silent...