The Prey

Darkness. Warmth and a strange pull.

I opened my eyes slowly trying to force out the haze of sleep clinging to my mind, wrapping me in a fog that made it hard to tell where I was or why everything felt so off. The sheets beneath me were warm, soft, and unfamiliar in a way that sent a jolt of confusion through me. 

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight like someone was pressing down on me, keeping me pinned in place. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up when I felt it—an arm draped over my waist, heavy and possessive and fingers splayed against...