Se connecterAiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
Friday night, I stood outside his door, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I had a small bag with me, but it was empty. He had said no clothes. No limits. I took a deep breath and knocked.He opened the door, wearing a silk robe. He looked me up and down, a slow, predatory smile on his face. "
The red light on my webcam was a beacon. It meant I was live. It meant money. I leaned back in my gaming chair, the cheap leather sticking to my skin, and ran a hand down my slim chest. My chat room was filling up, the names scrolling by in a blur of color. "KittenToy is online," "Show us that ass,
The message sat on my screen, a single, terrifying sentence. I think it's time we met. In person. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, panicked rhythm. This was different. This was real. The screen was a barrier, a safety net. In person, there were no rules, no safewords, no escape. There w
After a few minutes, he pulled out. "On the bed," he commanded. "On your back."I scrambled to obey, crawling onto the massive king-sized bed and lying on my back, my legs spread wide. He followed me, his body a dominant presence over mine. He took my wrists and tied them to the headboard with his s






