Page 153 of Deviant

Today’s game is Truth or Dare.

Each of you must answer each other’s questions honestly or face the consequences.

“Are you jackasses for real? What are we? Eight?” I curse at the cameras.

“Stop antagonizing them, Elias. Who knows what they’ll do?”

I stare at one camera and snarl, “Let them try. I’m not scared of them. You hear me, fuckers?! You don’t fucking scare me!”

“Elias!” Rowen shouts to grab my attention, but the bubbling rage inside me for whoever is behindThe Scourgeis just too strong.

So far, all I’ve seen is a blind old man and two mute girls who don’t like making eye contact, much less being a threat to me. As far as I’m concerned, those who have held Blackwater Falls hostage all these years are nothing but cowards. Even now, as they keep us all captive, they don’t reveal their faces. Instead, they hide behind screens, watching everything through their precious little cameras.

“Elias,” Rowen calls out again, this time using that sweet, calming tone of hers to try to simmer my rage.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you? Because this isn’t a game. We have to come out of this intact,” she warns, but it’s the concern in her voice that slaps me awake.

“So we’ll play a little game of truth or dare.” I shrug, looking impervious to it. “How hard can that be?”

Rowen lets out the breath that she was holding and relaxes in her seat.

“Check above your armrest,” she orders. “Are there five tiny bulbs on yours as there are on mine?”

I lower my gaze and confirm that, in fact, there are.

“Okay, so by my count, that means each one of us has to answer five questions truthfully. Or…”

“We get zapped. I get it, Rowen. No need to clarify.”

“What questions should we ask, though?” she whispers over to me. “I’m guessing probably personal questions, huh?”

“The more personal, the better,” I grunt with a smile, still tugging at my binds.

“Okay,” she bites her inner cheek—a tell she has anytime she gets upset, agitated, or just pissed off.

Glad to see I’m not the only one that’s pissed.

“Come on, Roe. We don’t have all day,” I provoke when she goes quiet on me. “I know there must be a million questions that you’ve been dying to ask me. Now’s your shot.”

This gets her attention. I can tell by the little glimmer that shines in her gorgeous eyes.

“Ladies first.” I smirk, calling this game to a start.

“Okay, fine. Let’s start off with an easy question, shall we?”

“By all means, let’s,” I reply, keeping my smug grin intact for the cameras.

“How many times did you hear me and Aidan…”

“Fuck?” I finish for her.

“Yes,” she affirms, her cheeks turning that pretty color I like.

I glance over at the lifeless bulb and then back at her.

“I think you’ll have to ask the full question for this to work.”

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