C129 Red-Stained Collar

My breath caught. A figure stepped in, pistol in hand, its metal gleaming under the dim light. The door slammed shut, trapping us inside.

Everything blurred, the room too dark to see anything. One second, we were tangled in each other—naked. The next—an intruder.

Dontrell lunged—a blur of muscle—shielding me completely.

Before I could react, he shoved me behind him