Home Invasion:
“Hey, Roar. Did you hear that?” Darius paused, pinchking his eyes brows together, concerned, as he looked at his husband. “I thought I heard someone at the door.”
Hmm.. Rory hummed, as both men froze, straining against the quiet of the apartment. “Nothing. Maybe someone just walked past in the hall?”
Darius didn't look convinced, opening his mouth to reply—but the dining room door cut him off, slamming back against the wall as Two men stepped through.
“What the hell are you doing?” Darius yelled bolting to his feet, throwing his chair back. “Get out of here!”
But the men were unfazed by Darius, as they moved through the kitchen with an eerie, calculated quickness, their strides so perfectly synchronized they felt robotic.
They wore slick, jet-black bodysuits stretched taut over their muscular frames, the glossy material catching the light and reflecting warped, twisted images of the two panicked husbands.
It was all happening so quickly. Before Darius could even process it, the men split, effortlessly boxing the two husbands in.
Darius lifted his arm, readying himself to take a swing.
Then Suddenly there was a
Click.
Like a seat belt locking into its buckle, followed by the soft, warm hum of a computer reboot, filling the space between his ears, scrambling his thoughts.
Darius’s heart banged rapidly, as he became engorged in a rush of electrical excitement thats took him to edge, ready to exploded at any moment. ran through his being as the cool slick rubber grabbed Darius’s skin.
Darius tried to call out to Rory, but his thoughts were stuck, his mind overflowing with emptiness.
Suddenly, his spine snapped straight as his houlders pulled back, locking into a rigid, military posture. His eyes glazed over, his face relaxed as a terrifying serenity came over him, leaving behind nothing but a blank, eerie calm.
Then came the rubber. It's cool slickness grabbing every taking a hold of body
