Cameroon's POV;
I'm fast asleep in my bed, but my skin begins to crawl in discomfort. My breathing hitches and I feel eyes on me. Causing all forms of sleep to leave my body. I slowly move my hand under the duvet to my gun which is beneath my pillow. Once I grab it, I remain silent with my eyes shut. Seeing with my ears and nose.
I listen as my glass window slowly creaks open, and a soft smell fills my room. A smell that's very unusual and unfamiliar to me and my villa. My room is pitch black. How I love it. I can't sleep with the lights on.
I gently pull my eyes open as I hear the intruder begin to move about in my room, and in the moonlight shining in through my room's glass walls, I see the shadowy figure of a dark frame moving towards my bed slowly.
Fuck it! These folks just had to
