Mafia Boss's stolen sperm
A single, dim emergency light now casts long shadows.
"It was a bear," he said, his voice too calm for the tiny space. "The system is paranoid."
I couldn't speak. I just stared at him, my body vibrating with spent adrenaline and fresh, claustrophobic dread.
He saw it. The raw terror. He took a step closer, then stopped, as if remembering who he was, who we were. "The doors will open in sixty seconds."
Sixty seconds. An eternity in this silent, shared tomb.
The air felt thin, hot, his presence filled the space, I could smell the clean, cold scent of him-soap and something like ozone, it was the opposite of the stale, recycled air, he was real, in this unreal nightmare, he was the only solid t
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