Page 47 of Game of Hell
I stare at the endless trees, the fire not lighting up the dense forest. What the hell has gotten into him? I don’t want to go in there. No.
“You’ve lost it.” I scoff.
His eyes gleam and his fingers flex around my neck, enough to send a threat through me.
“Maybe.” He mutters. His free hand trailing down my tank top to the exposed skin above my shorts. “But wouldn’t it be thrilling, my little devil? Running blindly for a hiding spot, and knowing a monster like me is coming after you. No matter how stubborn or clever you are, I’ll find you.”
My heart begins pounding in my ears, a beat that is rhythmic and threatening. My hands drop from his with a slight shake and my eyes roam his. I can see the sincerity but most of all the sadistic intrigue of if I’ll fall into his game.
“I’m not playing your sick little games, Ronan.” The waver in my voice betrays the words I’m saying. I can’t help but be intrigued as well, the thought of being his prey excites me.
“Don’t play. Run for real.” His lips brush my temple and goosebumps litter my skin at his tone.
He pushes me forward and the fire pops. I jump and my eyes snap to him. His hand trails from my neck to my wrist, his hand swallowing it whole like he could snap or kiss it, whichever he pleases.
“Go” He says, low and commanding. My eyes flicker to the woods, their branches looming. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”
I look back at him one last time before my feet carry me over to the treeline. My eyes search through the darkness as if I’ll be able to see.
“Run, Little Devil.” He growls and I sprint off.
With each step the fire’s light disappears and diminishes into nothing. Branches claw at my exposed skin and the slight chill makes goosebumps litter my skin. I stumble a few times over roots or branches, but don’t slow. His voice echoes in my head.
Ten seconds.
Has ten seconds already gone by? I’m fucking doomed. I can’t see shit in front of me and each step makes dread stir in my mind. Why did I agree to this psychos game?
My lungs begin to burn and a snap of a twig has me twisting and turning, expecting him to be right behind me. I’m too lazy for this, my stamina is nonexistent.
“Ready or not, Little Devil.” He yells into the woods.
I shriek and glance over my shoulder. I can’t make out anything in this abyss of black. I feel around me, jagged bark scratches at my palms and I lean down until I'm covered by the tree completely.
My breathing is loud and I try my best to calm it as I sit on the cold ground. I hear the faint sound of his footsteps. They're not loud and frantic like mine. They’re slow and calculated.
He’s messing with my mind.
The night air bites at my skin, but I stay still, quiet. Tremors wrack through me and a stray tear slides down my cheek. I don’t know if I'm crying because I’m scared or if it's the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Left or right?” He hums, his voice much closer to me. I can feel the excitement pouring out of him.
I don’t hear his steps anymore and release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I shift and wrap my arms around my torso, staring down at the crushed leaves below me.
A shadow eases over me from behind and I freeze. I stay still like I hadn’t seen it and continue to watch as it lingers there. My heart beat begins to pick up again and a low whimper leaves my throat.
“Found you, Little Devil.” He pounces on me before I can move. Dragging me up by my arm until I’m pressed against the bark. He leans in, his body pressing into mine.
“Impossible.” I whisper, my eyes finding his piercing grey ones with surprise.
My breathing is still heavy and has my chest heaving into his, but he breathes like he hadn't just been running.
“Definitely not impossible. You’re running on my land. A land I’ve memorized like the back of my hand. It is my home after all.” His voice is rough with victory.
I squirm but his grip on my arm only tightens, crushing and bruising the skin.
“Now time for my reward.” His free hand pushes into my shorts, past my underwear.
His finger dips between my folds and my body shudders with how cold his hands are.
