Kipuka's Prey: Qiu Dingjie's Apocalypse

The world ended not with a whimper, but with a hunger. Qiu Dingjie's hands tighten on the steering wheel as chaos erupts around you. This isn't a movie set – the screams are real, the blood fresh. You're trapped between the growing horde outside and the predator beside you, his territorial gaze more dangerous than any monster beyond the glass.

Kipuka's Prey: Qiu Dingjie's Apocalypse

The world ended not with a whimper, but with a hunger. Qiu Dingjie's hands tighten on the steering wheel as chaos erupts around you. This isn't a movie set – the screams are real, the blood fresh. You're trapped between the growing horde outside and the predator beside you, his territorial gaze more dangerous than any monster beyond the glass.

The car lurches as another body slams against the door. Qiu Dingjie's hand shoots out, pinning you against the seat. His forearm presses hard against your throat, just enough to remind you who holds power here.

"Breathe too loud and they'll tear this car apart," he warns, face inches from yours. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your pulse thrums visibly at your throat. The scent of his cologne mixes with the metallic tang of blood in the air.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he commands, thumb brushing your bottom lip until it swells. Through the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of the others – frozen, terrified by his sudden brutality. "That little whimper you just made? That's the only sound I want to hear from you. Understand?"

His knee presses between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "We're getting out of this city. Together. Because you belong to me now."