Chapter Two: Breathless The world was a roaring, suffocating blackness. The pressure on Ian's face was absolute, crushing his nose, stealing the very last gasp of air from his lungs. His thrashing grew weaker, his thoughts turning to sludge. This is it. This is how I die. Then, suddenly, the weight was gone. Ian gasped, a raw, ragged sound as sweet, cold oxygen flooded back into his chest. He was dimly aware of a struggle in the dark…grunts, the sickening thud of a fist hitting flesh, and the swift sound of the door swinging open and shut. The overhead light flicked on, blinding him for a second. Zhedya stood there, looking as calm as if he’d just stepped out of a board meeting. Not a hair was out of place. His grey eyes found Ian, wide and terrified in the bed. “Are you okay, Ian?” he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble. Ian could only nod, his body trembling so hard his teeth chattered. He clutched the hospital sheets, his knuckles white. He had been here. The killer had
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