Page 24 of Talk Dirty to Me
My back shoots up straight when I realize where his words are leading to. I know I can try insisting what happened was my fault and beg him not to get anyone else involved. But I also know all of it will be useless.
Everyone knows that the Devil's appetite for vengeance is never-ending, but if these days of talking to him on the phone have taught me anything worthwhile about him...
"How about a game?" I force myself to croak out.
Several moments of silence pass before the Devil gives me his answer.
Go on.
I sag in relief against the back of the tub. I know this doesn't guarantee anything, but at least he's willing to give me a chance to change my mind.
"Heads, you won't do anything to Tara—-"
Unacceptable.
"Because I'll be the one extracting revenge for myself," I manage to improvise without missing a beat.
If you break your word, you understand that I'll have to punish you as well—-
"I—-" I almost say 'I do' out of habit but catch myself in time. "—-understand."
And the other girl's punishment shall also be more severe—-
"What? Wait—-"
—-than what I originally intended?
"But—-"
You didn't really expect to play a game with me and be able to lay down the rules—-
I actually did, idiot that I am.
Did you?
Rather than admit to my stupidity, I think I'm going to change the subject instead.
"Can we talk about what will happen if I flip tails?"
Proceed.
"If I flip tails,wewill decide together on what to do with Tara—-" I hold my breath and wait for the Devil to protest against this.
Go on.
Phew.
"But I'll also owe you another favor in return—-"
Flip the coin then.
"But I haven't—-"
Don't wait for me to change my mind.
Oh crap.
"Let me just get out of the bath and find a quarter—-"
