The lights died at 11:47 p.m.
One minute, the house was alive with the machines humming, the next it was black so thick I struggled to see anything. The silence was so intense, then thunder roared overhead, vibrating straight through my house.
I was on the porch, a glass of whiskey sweating in my hand, when the sky ripped open. Rain lashed sideways, ice-cold, plastering my white tank to my breast in a couple of seconds. My n*****s were hard and aching to be touched, and that was the main reason I got out of bed. I was horny, extremely horny. The glass slipped and shattered against the deck, shards sliced my palm while trying to save it, the blood and rain both running down my wrist in sticky droplets.
His voice echoed in the dark, right behind me.
“Get inside now, before I drag you i
