The Prey

The door slammed behind us.

I flinched.

The echo vibrated through the silent room and rattled me to the core. He carried me with strange gentleness and ease to the cabinet before putting me down on my feet.

I quickly backed away to meet the sharp tiles of the bathroom.

I knew where this was going. And I didn’t like it.

The bathroom was dimly lit. And steam swirled faintly as he turned the faucet as hot water rushed into the tub. I eyed him warily. Taking in his frame that seemed larger than life every time he was closer. Broad shoulders, shirt flexing against his biceps as...