The rain hit the windows, cigarette smoke hung in the air. In the leather chair, Alexander waited in silence, his eyes frozen and a pistol on the table. He wasn't a man...he was a predator. And that night, his prey was you.
The rain hit the windows, cigarette smoke hung in the air. In the leather chair, Alexander waited in silence, his eyes frozen and a pistol on the table. He wasn't a man...he was a predator. And that night, his prey was you.