Page 30 of Game of Hell
“Here’s your letter, Little Devil.” I lay it on the table where the clue sits.
She rushes over and picks it up. She reads it the same way I did, like she doesn’t remember what was in the letter. Her eyebrows deepen with each word and her eyes gloss over as if she’ll cry.
“Gosh it seems like yesterday when I got this but it's been years.” She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and her top teeth stop her bottom lip from shaking.
I reach up and brush her lip free of her teeth. She drops the letter and her eyes snap to mine, a single tear falling.
“Don’t cry.” I coo and wipe away the tear with my thumb. “I promise I’ll get you into another university, if that's what you want. I’ll do anything.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t. I tried to apply for so many and they turned me down.”
“I know a few people that will gladly take you. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” I drop my hand and step back.
Am I losing my own game?
I turn away from her before she can speak and walk over to my chair.
“I’m going to sleep for a little.” I look up at the time. “Once it hits 24 hours, wake me up.”
She nods and her eyes squint like she wants to say something but doesn’t. I push my mask on and watch her. I haven’t gone to sleep since being here and I don’t plan to now. I sit in my corner to think, to strategize but my strategy has slipped away and turned into a full blown obsession. I’m utterly obsessed with my little devil.
Every time she believes I’m asleep I get to see her pacing around the room, uttering aloud her thoughts. She said aloud yesterday that I had in fact ruined her. The sick feeling in me that knows I own her almost cracked open with flames. I almost combusted knowing she admitted it to herself and unknowingly to me.
She fights me, calls me names she doesn’t mean, she’s strong and much more capable than I anticipated but who wants a mindless slut anyway. I want her to bend because she wants to, not because I've asked and that's exactly what I’ve got.
I’m falling and it's not that I’m scared, it's the thought of her finding my last clue. The last clue is not a clue at all, it's always a truth. I remember from years before and now that her three have been found I know I’m the one on the chopping block for the truth. When the truth is out will she still trust me? Even if she tries to run from me, I’ll be there. There's no escaping the monster once he has you, not in my story.
I lean back and watch her grab a water bottle before plopping onto the bed, her back facing me. She stares at the wall in front of her, probably deep in thought. Her hair is down and damp from her shower. My shirt on her is fitting, it makes my cock swell and I run my tongue along my bottom lip.
I’m thirsty for more. I feel fucking parched.
The smell of metal greets me first and then the sweet scent of pear.
I realize I’ve actually fallen asleep and Ember shakes me nonstop. Her face is so close to mine I feel her breath on my neck.
“Ronan wake the fuck up.” Her shaking gets more aggressive and her nose pinches with frustration.
I sigh and sit up, pushing against her arm as I do. She squeals, surprised and stumbles backwards before she catches herself.
“Shit, you scared me. I’ve been trying to get you up for an hour now.” She huffs and pulls my shirt down, covering her revealed legs.
“Yeah.” I stand up to my full height, towering over her and she steps back.
“Yeah.” She mumbles slowly and her head snaps towards the clock. “We have a little more than a day left, 26 hours to be exact. I’m scared Ronan, I can’t find the last fucking riddle.”
Her teeth grate together and I smell her fear.
“We’ve got time.” I assure her and step around her.
I busy myself with a sandwich and a bottle of water. After this I'll never eat a sandwich again.
“Ronan, we seriously don’t have much time left. You said it yourself that bad shit happens if we run out of time.” She begins pacing, her feet hitting the ground with soft thuds.
“I can’t find the last clue and you’ve woken up and chosen to eat instead.” I breathe out and turn to her, agitation eating away at my nerves.
“Are you still talking?” I draw out sarcastically. “Be a good little slut and be quiet.”
“I don’t know who the fuck—.” I don’t let her finish knowing where this is about to go.
