The Prey

Judas returned but wearing a scowl and not his usual amusement. I held my breath and walked on eggshells around him. Kyle also followed him in as he looked at me and I unconciously pulled at the front of my sweater to not let him have a look at my perked nipples.

The bastrad would’ve brought a bra at least.

The earlier rage was still there but first I needed to convince him to let me out of this apartment. I couldn’t stay here trapped.

To my surprise Kyle went into the kitchen and that’s when I noticed he had a bag with him. And watched as he...