The bunker door rattles. Metal screams against metal. Zane stands naked, gun in hand, dick still half-hard and slick with their cum. Blood from his arm wound drips slow onto concrete. Shreya curls on the mattress, wrists raw from ropes, boobs marked with fresh bite welts, pussy swollen and leaking a mix of cum and pee. She watches him — killer, lover, monster.

Gunfire erupts outside. Bullets ping off thick steel. Zane fires back through a narrow slit. Two screams cut short. Bodies hit ground. Silence returns, broken only by their heavy breathing.