The moment the gun fired, everything seemed to slow. Richard’s senses sharpened, and just as the bullet shot toward him, time stopped. The world around him froze in place, the sound of the gunshot still echoing in the back of his mind. The bullet hung in the air, mere inches from his forehead, motionless in the stillness of the moment.Richard exhaled slowly, stepping toward the bullet. He studied it for a brief second, then reached out with his hand and gently pushed it aside. The bullet, frozen in time, drifted harmlessly out of his path, inches away from the impact it was meant to cause.He turned toward the truck, where Mia was frozen in place, the blade still at her throat, her eyes wide with fear. The man holding her was locked in a cruel grin, his body frozen mid-action.Richard walked calmly to the truck, his mind focused and clear. There was no rush, time was at a standstill, and in this moment, he had complete control.He began by reaching for Mia. Gently, he pulled her out
Richard turned to leave, but Mia stepped in front of him, her expression hard, one hand on her waist and the other pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Not until you explain what just happened to me.”Richard froze, trying to keep his face neutral. “What do you mean? They're all dead,” he replied, feigning innocence as he attempted to brush past her. “We were attacked, I handled it.”But Mia didn’t budge. “Yeah, they're dead, but how did we go from being attacked to becoming the attacker in the blink of an eye?” Her eyes were sharp, filled with both confusion and suspicion. “One second, a gun was fired, and the next... they were all dead. And I didn’t even see you move.”Richard’s jaw tightened. He could feel the weight of her gaze, the demand for answers hanging heavily in the air. He had always known this moment would come, that eventually, Mia would ask questions. He had just hoped it wouldn’t b
Before the first group could make a move on Mia, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. A second group of men emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with hunger. These newcomers, five in total, were larger, meaner-looking, their clothes stained with blood from their last meal.“Well, well,” the leader of the second group sneered, his lips curling into a twisted smile. “What do we have here? Haven’t seen meat this pretty in a long time.”The first group bristled, their hands tightening around their makeshift weapons. The man who had struck Mia with the wood stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “We got to her first,” he growled, glancing over at Mia’s unconscious body. “You should leave.”The second group exchanged glances, smirking. “You think you can claim her for yourselves?” the leader asked, his voice mocking. “This is an apocalypse, not a restaurant. It’s survival of the fittest, and we’re the ones who’ll be eating tonight.”Tension crackled in the air as the two groups s
The leader stood tall on a makeshift platform in the center of the camp, his voice booming over the chaotic crowd. "My fellow brothers and sisters," he began, arms raised in dramatic proclamation. His eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he pointed toward Mia, who stood helpless, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth covered by a dirty rag. "It gladdens my heart to present to you a special meat, for a special occasion!"The crowd erupted in wild cheers, their faces twisted with hunger and madness. They looked like walking nightmares, skin hanging loose, teeth stained yellow and brown, their clothes little more than filthy rags. Their eyes burned with feral anticipation as they jeered and spat, their hands reaching out toward Mia as though they could already taste her flesh.The leader grinned wickedly, basking in their twisted adoration. "Prepare the fire!" he roared. "We are roasting this one!"A few of the men scrambled toward a crude pit in the middle of the camp, where they beg
The leader raised his hand, signaling his men to attack. "Get him!" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth, his face contorted in rage.But before any of them could move, Richard’s world suddenly froze.Time had stopped.The leader’s outstretched hand hung motionless in the air, his snarl frozen on his lips. The crazed crowd, mid-charge, were like statues, their expressions twisted in wild hunger. Flames flickered in place, unmoving. Everything was suspended in eerie silence.Richard exhaled, his mind clear, knowing exactly what he had to do.He moved quickly to Mia, who was standing helpless, her hands still tied. With precision, he cut through her bonds and scooped her into his arms. She was weightless in the frozen world, her wide eyes locked in a moment of fear.But this wasn’t over yet.Richard set Mia down at a safe distance from the camp, behind a pile of rubble far enough away that she wouldn’t be caught in the blast. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, glancing back
“Richard?” she whispered, her voice low and tentative, as if afraid to break the stillness.He caught his breath, the surprise of her closeness sending a rush of adrenaline through him. “Mia,” he managed, struggling to shake off the drowsiness. “What are you doing?”“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, her gaze darting away momentarily. “I thought… maybe I could keep you company."Mia moved her hand slowly to Richard's private part, teasing it gently as he groaned in pleasure.With a sly smile on her smooth lips, she brought his dick out of his shorts and expertly wrapped her lips around it as though yearning for it.Richard moaned in pleasure as she sucked him passionately, he held her hair as she kept swirling her tongue around his dick.She paused, a string of saliva stretching between her lips and Richard's dick.She spat on his dick and then continued sucking it vertically. He tightened his grip on her hair as her pace increased, her head sliding downwards and upwards. His chest tig
Tears streamed down Mia's face, her pain palpable. "You don’t understand, Richard. What we have... it was never supposed to happen." She pulled away from him, wiping her tears as if trying to steady herself. "I was trained to be emotionless, to kill, to survive, but I wasn’t prepared for this... for you."Richard shook his head, stepping closer to her. "Mia, we’ve been through hell together. You can’t just throw everything we’ve built away."She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Don’t you see? You deserve a life beyond this—beyond me. You should be with someone who can give you what you deserve, someone who can give you a family, a future. I... I can’t give you any of that.""Mia..." Richard reached for her, but she took a step back."No, Richard. You’re fighting for something bigger than me, than us. I can’t be the reason you lose sight of that." Her voice broke, and she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Our love for each other... it was a mistake. I let
He turned away from the rooftop, the cool night breeze stirring his hair. The battle ahead was going to be brutal, but he was ready. He had nothing left to lose, and if he was going down, he was going to make sure the aliens paid dearly for every inch they took from this world.With that thought, Richard headed back down, ready to face the chaos and destruction waiting for him.When Richard got back to the room, he paced restlessly, his mind racing with questions. He could feel the tension coiling inside him like a spring, each unanswered question tightening its grip."What are they up to?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why did they take the president's daughter? What’s their endgame?"He glanced out the window, peering into the darkened streets below. The absence of alien patrols felt ominous, almost like a trap. His instincts screamed that something was off. "Why can’t I find any of their patrols? It doesn’t make sense.""Think, Richard," he urged him