Javier's last act was to release my hand and push me away. I wasstumbling backwards, just as he was shot in the chest. I watched withhorror as he fl...ew back from the doorway and landed on his back. I couldsee the charred and smoking hole that had been created by the bolt ofelectricity. The world was minus one brave and very noble man. The officer smirked at the prone form, his eyes gleaming cruelly. Then hestepped into the room and started to turn towards me. Adrenalin wascoursing through. After an hour or so, they came back with two big plastic bowls covered with lids.I was still sleeping and saw them with half-opened eyes. They saw me lying straight on the bed, covered just by the towel. My wet curly hairs were all were my face, my fair and smooth white skin shined. They, too were only in a towel all this while, and I could see their dicks getting raised under the towel.They kept their stuff on the table and came near me. They cuddled me and gave me some kisses on my face,. I was asked to get close to you and find out who you were and what you were doing there. I didn’t have any real problems with that because even then I sort of fancied you. There were however two important things that I didn’t count on. First and most important, I found myself falling in love with you. That in itself was great, I could handle that, but when I found out that they were not the good guys that they made themselves out to be, I stopped feeding them information. I told my control. Tom and Alex were both classmates (and supposed to be good friends as people could tell), from the same high school. They were both 16 years old and lived in the same apartment block. Alex lived on the second floor while Tom lived much higher on the seventh floor. They were playing video games in the living room of Tom's apartment. The game console was Tom's but the Street Fighter II cartridge was Alex's.Tom was Caucasian; 5 foot 4, short brown hair, brown eyes and skinny. He lived with his mom.