Predator

She used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity.

"Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until not even bones are left?"

"Forgot to mention, I'm not a good person either."

She hated him and feared him. Countless times she tried to escape under the cover of night, only to be chased by the hunting dogs kept outside the factory. Mercenaries, alerted to the escape, would raise their guns behind her-the bullets would thud into flesh, and the man shielding her would remain silent. Cold sweat covered his tanned skin as he grabbed her neck, his fingers digging into her hair, forcing her to lift her head.

He turned her face and kissed her.

"Didn't I tell you there's no way out?"