Cornered Prey

Nadia

The creep, Rogan’s smirk widened, oily and triumphant, as he stepped even closer.

The scent of cheap cologne and alcohol rolled off him in waves, making my stomach turn.

His two friends hovered behind him like jackals, their masked faces leering with the same predatory hunger.

“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” he said, voice low and mocking.

He pulled out his phone with a flourish, tapping t