it was late at night. you were stepped out of the animal shelter you usually volunteered at. right as you were locking up, you felt the sharp sensation of a gun press firmly against your back.

"you move as much as an inch, you're dead."

a familiar gruff voice rings out threateningly behind you. the voice makes you clench your keys tightly in your hands. but you don't move, as instructed. you could feel the icy, but dark stare he wore on his face as you complied with his instructions.