Page 16 of Game of Hell
Even though I know nothing about Ronan, his character is quite appealing. He screams danger, darkness surrounds him, but he’s caring. He hides himself under this scary persona because of someone or something and I want to know why. What could have traumatized him this badly?
I notice a small wooden box in the back of the draw and pull it out. It’s light in my hand as I lift it up to inspect the sides of it. Random marks are engraved across the sides and top, creating several patterns. The keyhole is broken off, leaving the box’s contents inside defenseless. I slowly peel the top off, scared for what reason, I don’t know.
“Another clue.” I say and grab the note out the box. I place the box back inside the draw and shut it. I unfold the note and read it aloud.
“For Ember, find an item that describes your most recent situation. It rattles with shame and cries in despair. Are yourparents still keeping the hunger away?” My heart sinks and my voice goes quieter with each word.
I wish it wasn’t my turn anymore.
I look up at Ronan and he couldn’t care less about my financial situation or what the hell I’ve got going on.
“I—I got kicked out of college and it ruined my life.” I stutter out, explaining myself before he gets the chance to judge.
“I don’t care.” My face warms over at his lack of caring.
Fucking dick head.
I look around the room at all the different objects. What could possibly describe being broke?
The room starts to get darker as I walk through it searching for my item. Ronan is perfectly hidden in looming shadows, his black clothes helping him sink even further in the dark. The only thing I can see is his mask. The white against the red lamps are eerily scary but sexy.
Like he said I do want more from him, but the thought of begging him for it grows a pit of uneasiness in my stomach. The way he acts can be a little unnerving, once I give him full consent what should I expect? I look around the room thinking about what he said.
‘So many fucking options just in this room.’
My skin crawls in anticipation and the cuffs hanging from the ceiling catches my attention. Was he talking about those? I look over all the jars in here filled with fluid preserved specimens: rats, eyes, spiders, worms, an animal's heart. My eyes grow in size at the thought of any of that touching my skin. That’s a point beyond sanity, that’s gross.
I push a fake black pumpkin over with a huff and a wallet lays underneath. There’s a fake ID with my picture on it but it’s empty through-out.
“I guess this is it.” I hold it up for him to see and place it on the table.
He watches my every move silently, his head tilting and rotating with each move of my hand—my body. My stomach flutters as I watch him, watch me. He always looks vicious but being shadowed in darkness; it's carnal and frightening. He looks like a god awaiting praise at his feet.
“What is it, Little Devil? Are you wanting to play?” There’s a slight taunt to his voice. One of his hands comes down and pats his thigh, inviting me.
“What?” I whisper.
“Are you ready to beg? You’re fucking me with your eyes, Little Devil.” He sits up straighter, his hand is still on his thigh lightly tapping away.
I’m not sure how I should respond. My mouth goes dry and my eyes flicker from his to the bulge growing in his pants. I want to say yes. I want to let him take over and for my control to slip away like it never existed.
“Crawl to me.” He says roughly.
I close my eyes, too afraid to witness myself fall into him. He doesn't have to know that I chose him for now. I want him. When this is all over we’ll go back to our regular lives, not knowing each other once again.
I get down to my knees and place my palms on the dirty floor. I can feel the debris itching at my skin. My dignity slips away and the only thing that's left is hunger.
“Open your eyes.” I obey and my eyes snap open. Tremors wrack my body and goosebumps litter my skin. The idea of what awaits, excites me.
I reach him and wait for his next command. His masked eyes never leave mine and his body heat radiates off of him in waves.
“Beg.” His voice is a deep growl as he watches me.
“Please, let me touch you.” I whisper. “Touch me, use me, do whatever, please.” Humiliation seeps into my veins and tears cloud my vision.
“Everything that I touch becomes broken, you will bleed and then beg for more. Are you sure you want this, Little Devil?”
My head spins and my heart lurches in my chest. My hands tremor as I bring them up to his knees.
