Page 7 of Game of Hell
“Who said I want to get away from you.” I look up at him, surprised.
His gaze is indifferent as our eyes lock onto one another. Possession swirls through them in waves, pushing against me. My skin still tingles from where he touched me and my mind slightly buzzes with the after effects.
“I want to get away from you. Y–you’re dangerous.” I whisper. “I can't afford danger in my life right now, it's already shit enough.”
He laughs, the sound is booming and sarcastic. “Dangerous? Oh, Little Devil, you haven’t witnessed the real danger yet.”
I frown at his response.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He walks over to the chair and sits down, completely ignoring me. He slides his mask backon and sprawls out. He throws his arms over the side of the arm rests. His legs are wide open and the front of his jeans bulge out. I look away from him before he sees the blush heating my cheeks.
He’s huge.
“Ok, uh, let's start the game.”
I grab the note on the table in front of me and read it aloud.
“For Ronan.” I look up at him. “Is that your name?”
I can’t tell what he’s looking at or if he’s even paying attention so I continue reading over the note.
“Find the object you used to kill with.” I stop reading and look up at him. What the hell does that mean? He still doesn’t move to speak so I continue. “Rewind back to when you were only 12 years old. What sharpened your grin? What made your darkness within? Don’t be afraid to let your partner know that you’re the real danger here. Let the games begin.”
I read over the note until my eyes start to burn. How do they know our names, our secrets? I drop the note on the table and turn to him.
“Ronan? Is that your name? What does this mean?” I hiss. Fear courses through me, deep in my veins as the realization of this game sinks further in.
What the hell had I signed up for? Sophie didn’t mention death, she didn’t mention any of this weird shit.
My brother is here.
My heart sinks at the realization that my twin could be matched with someone just as crazy as the guy in front of me. Tears swell in my eyes but I hold them back, too afraid to break in front of Ronan.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Ronan
“He knew he could break her without trying.”
Her eyes shake in her skull, the pupils dilated and glossed over. She grips the table unbearingly tight, her knuckles whitening. She’s having a panic attack but trying so hard to keep it together in front of me.
I want to go over and tell her everything would be fine but that would be a lie. I don’t know how I’ll act once the lights go out. I don’t know whatHallow’s Innhas in store for us this year. Last year was nowhere near as corrupt, they know much more about us.
I don’t answer her question because I know it'll only reveal an even scarier reality for her. That she’s trapped in a room with a lunatic and there is absolutely no way out.
She walks up to me and snatches my mask off. Her bravery surprises me but I look up at her as she throws it away from me and onto the floor.
“Tell meRonan,are you a murderer?” She sneers my name like it’s the culprit, like I disgust her.
I grab her arm and pull her to me, leveling my face with hers I whisper.
“I am, but don’t look at me like you know me, like you know the reasons behind what I did.” I push her back and she stumbles before catching herself. Her wide eyes meet mine as she cowers away from me. If she would’ve fallen and hit herhead, I would’ve watched the blood drain out of her fucking skull with a smile.
She’s just a spoiled fucking brat who has never experienced harships. She doesn’t know what it's like to be beaten and abused by your own mother. To lose your virginity to a woman who's supposed to be there for you. My father was a coward. He watched her do unspeakable things to me and did nothing to help. Not even when she was disposed of and put six feet under.
“Watch your fucking mouth.” I sneer and pick my mask up off the ground. I place it back over my head. It’s the perfect way to keep my emotions hidden, a safe space.
