The Prey

The air inside the helicopter was suffocating. Not because of the height but because of him—his presence, his bloodied hands, and the rage that still lingered in his gaze, like an inferno barely subdued. I couldn’t stop shaking, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of the massacre I had just witnessed.

Never… never I expected to witness such cruelty. How could a man… a human be so inhumane?

His grip on me wasn’t harsh, but it was intoxicating. A leash, pulling me under and keeping me still.

The flames from the mansion below painted his sharp features in flickering hues of orange and red. At...