My heart, already cold and leaden, turns into a solid ball of ice at the sight of the blood soaked mattress.  Panic threatens to well up in me, but I<em>barely</em>manage to keep the tremor out of my voice as I pretend not to see it, wrapping my arms around his thick neck and meeting his lips with a kiss.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm," I murmur as he responds, his filthy hands slipping into my open top, pushing my bra aside to cup and squeeze my breasts.<br/><br/><em>The</em>only<em>good thing about this whole</em>fucked<em>up situation is he left his bangers behind</em>- I manage to think through the haze of fear<em>- He's alone.  And even if there are others in the complex, if I can take him down, I can get out.  But it'll be better if I can just slip away.</em><br/><br/>I press my forehead against his with a small breathless sigh as I break the kiss "Hey, honey.  How about you let me freshen up real quick before we get down to 'business'?" I ask with a small nod to the bathroom just off the main room.