Dominic turned toward the door, breath still heavy, skin still warm with the aftermath of pleasure.
KNOCK.
The knock came again — this time, faster. Urgent.
Kreper quickly wrapped herself in a robe, her cheeks still flushed. "Who… who could that be?"
Dominic narrowed his eyes, and his senses sharpened. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
He wore his clothes too fast to be real but he couldbt take a chance. He stepped toward the door and opened it with a careful hand.
Nothing.
The hallway beyond was empty. The silence was too deep. Too unnatural. A heavy pressure fell over the air like fog pressing against his chest. What the fuck was that? He thought to himself.
Then it came.
A cold laugh.
It slithered through the air like smoke.
Dominic turned his head slowly… and the world around him bent.
The hallway twisted like a serpent. The walls pulsed like breathing flesh. Kreper was gone. Or was she never there?
