The Prey

I stiffened as the clatter of glasses from the other room echoed through the apartment followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as they neared my door. No, no, no. I barely had time to calm my breathing when the door opened with a soft creak.

I squeezed my eyes shut, sweat trickling down my spine. I didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe too loudly. The room was pitch dark, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. Not to him. A predator’s eyes didn’t need light. I could already feel him watching me, assessing, devouring with that cold gaze.

The door shut,...