Andley One-Shots (Smut)

This is How it Ends

Okay, so I had some issues writing this one, because I didn't know whether to do this in a first person or third person point of view, so I figured that third person would be easiest. This took some major brainstorming, so if it sucks, I'm sorry. Read on, PurdyCats!

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Andy was walking back from his job at the local coffee shop. He was tired, and sore, and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and pass out. He had a strange feeling, like he was being watched, but as he looked around, he saw no one. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and chills traveled up and down his spine.

He gets home and unlocks the door, walking into his small apartment. He sighs and takes his heavy jacket off and going into the kitchen, getting a bottle of water and sitting down on the couch and sighing. 

Again. There was that feeling again. That he was being watched. He looks around and shivers before shrugging and turning on the television. He stayed and watched Batman and curled up with his cat, Crow.

He woke to Crow hissing and jumping on the floor. Andy sits bolt upright and sees a man standing over him, a gun aimed at his head. As he sat up, the barrel of the gun rested right on his forehead, and his heart raced in his chest. 

The person was average height and build, with tanned skin and high cheek bones off setting honey brown eyes and a beauty mark on his left cheek. His expression was one of malice and lust, and he lowers the gun.

Andy swallows, sweat rolling down his face. "W-who a-are you? W-why are you in my h-house?" His voice was shaky and he stares up at him. 

"Who am I? Ashley Purdy. Nice ta meetcha. You're my new pet."

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Okay, so I hate leaving it at this, but I have zero ideas. I typed this up on my new laptop and I'm still learning how to use it. It's touchscreen and it's weird. But I'll get another part up! This is for one of my friends.