The Runner

Amad groaned in pain as he regained his consciousness and slowly found his way back in tuned with reality. He was tied to a chair beneath the shower in Mia's bathroom. Of course, he tried to fidget and toss about in a bid to free himself, but the fetters that bound him were too strong.

A while ago, jut when he was about to treat himself to saliva- dripping and deep- throating blow job, the Gunny covered in a black mask and hoodie knocked him unconscious. She hit hard at the back of his head with the magazine of the gun.

Mia also made cast in the tiny bathroom. She sat on the toilet pan adjacent to Amad. She was clad in nothing but a white towel. Cleary, she was confusion and afraid. Her trembling hands and tearful eyes gave testament to that.

"Who... are you?" Amad stitched out a question in a stammer.

The Gunny pushed the hoodie off her head and took off the mask. A smile dazzled across her face. She was nothing short of beautiful.