Chapter 27: Threesome- New blood in town
On the other side of the city, the ruins stretched endlessly into shadow. Broken windows gaped like hollow eyes while rusted fire escapes clung to crumbling buildings like broken bones. Chunks of concrete lay scattered across streets that hadn’t seen traffic in years, weeds pushing through cracks in the asphalt. This part of the city had died a slow, forgotten death.
Through this urban graveyard, a figure moved with quiet confidence.
She walked like she owned every broken piece of pavement beneath her feet. Tight jeans hugged her legs, and a cropped hoodie revealed just a strip of pale skin at her waist. Despite the warm night, her hood stayed up, casting her face in shadow. Each step carried purpose as she navigated around debris without so much as glancing down—as if she’d memorized every crack, every fallen brick, every twisted piece of metal.
Most people avoided the condemned zone entirely. Emergency services had stopped responding to calls from this wasteland months ago. It was the perfect place for things that preferred privacy, for business that couldn’t bear scrutiny.
Her footsteps echoed off empty storefronts and abandoned apartments. She hummed something soft and sweet, the melody floating through air thick with decay. The sound seemed impossibly innocent against the backdrop of urban death. Occasionally she’d pause to examine a piece of graffiti or peer through a shattered window, but mostly she just walked, following some internal compass deeper into the ruins.
Then voices drifted around the corner—low, urgent, intimate.
A couple had claimed a secluded spot between a collapsed wall and an overturned delivery truck. The woman pressed against weathered brick, her legs wrapped around her partner’s waist as they lost themselves in passion. Their soft moans and breathless whispers seemed absurdly vulnerable in all this decay, a moment of life blooming in a place where everything else had withered.
They looked young—early twenties at most. His jacket hung open over a stained shirt while her dress had ridden up around her waist. Everything about them screamed cheap districts and landlords who didn’t ask questions. Probably squatters making the best of a bad situation.
The newcomer stopped to watch, and a soft giggle escaped her lips.
Both lovers froze mid-kiss, turning toward the sound with the sharp alertness of prey sensing a predator. Embarrassment flickered across their faces first, quickly burning away to leave something harder, more dangerous.
"The fuck you laughing at?" the man demanded, though he didn’t pull away from his partner. His hands simply shifted to her hips, ready to lift her clear if trouble started.