FORBIDDEN INTIMACY
He was a prisoner now, a pawn in my game of survival.
The sounds of gunfire erupted, echoing through the desolate house. They came in waves, each one a deafening roar that vibrated through my bones. I felt the sting of another bullet, this time in my left arm, a sharp, hot pain that quickly dissolved into a dull ache. I tasted metal in my mouth, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. But I didn't falter. I squeezed my eyes shut, the blood pulsing in my ear, and shot. One man went down, his skull splatter against the wall, a grotesque crimson stain blooming on the white plaster. The second fell with a gurgling scream, the bullet tearing through his neck. My legs moved with the instinctual
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