Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*Game On*

Jacob's POV

   I was going through paperwork when the noise of a knock pulled me out of my focused state. I mumbled a quick come in. The door to my office opened to reveal one of my maids. In her hands was a giant yellow envelope. What the hell. I didn't order anything. She sat the package down softly in front of me. With a quick bow, she quickly fled the room. 

   Curiously I picked up the envelope and examined it. Zero return address was on it nor were there any name on it besides mine. I pursed my lips before pulling it open. The first thing I noticed was a white piece of lined paper. I reached in and grabbed it but as I did another had fallen out along with it. Picking up the piece of paper that fell on the ground I sat it on my desk. 

   I read through the one that was neater and put together. I knew this handwriting. As I read through the letter a whirlwind of emotions shot through me. Games? What type of games is she expecting me to play? 

   Next, I grabbed the other paper that was folded. The handwriting was sloppy but was still readable. 

  Jacob, 

   These games Charlie wants you to play I recommend doing it. I for one helped plan these games so they surely will be fun. No harm will come to you in the process, Charlie isn't that cold-hearted. 

  These games will be a series of mental challenges. It will give you a look into what she has to go through when you used to play your mind games on her and the pain you caused her. She wants you to come to senses the pain of what actions can do to someone. 

   At the end of these games, you will be escorted to New York where your final game will occur. That is if you can make it that long. These games will not be easy. They will be very mentally challenging and very exhausting.

    Good luck player. You'll need it. 

   ~Your hot and sexy cousin, Cade

  What the actual fuck. Reaching into the envelope I pulled out what seemed to be some sort of a ticket. An address was circled in bright red. On the back of the ticket the words "Game One." Quickly standing up and ignoring the rest of my paperwork I left the house. 

   After an hour's drive, I finally arrived at the address that was circled. Looking around it seemed like a normal two-story home. Flowers were planted outside and the bushes were neatly trimmed. Confused I got out of my car and held the ticket tightly in my hands.

   I walked up the stairs of the house and looked around suspiciously. Slowly I raised my hand to knock on the door but before I could knock the door was slung right open. An elderly lady stood there looking at me with an odd expression.

   "How can I help you, sir?" The woman spoke tilting her head to the side. I pursed my lips and showed her the ticket. A small gasp left her lips as her head snapped back up to me. 

   "Y-You're Charlie's boy. Come in, come in." She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house. The house around the outside looked normal but something felt off about this place. I quickly turned around when I heard the sound of a deadbolt being locked. I watched as the woman began locking many locks that sat on the door. What the hell is she doing?

   She turned back to me with a small sinister smile after finishing all of the locks. She slowly walked over to me. I hadn't moved because moving shows a sign of weakness. 

    "What the hell are you doing?" I snapped at the woman as she got too close for my liking. She just gave me a look before shaking her head.

   "Follow me, boy." She grumbled walking down a hallway. I followed her silently. The noise of the floorboards creaked as we walked across them. She came to the end of the hall and opened the door wide. I walked in and froze in my spot. This was an almost exact replica of Charlie's old room back in America. All of the pictures that were on the walls were set in the exact same spot.

   "What is this?" I snapped at her. She just huffed and pushed me into the room. I stumbled a little bit but quickly gained my balance.

   "No physical harm will come to you boy. Mental harm possibly. Over the two weeks, it took for your letter to arrive to you I had a visitor drop this off for me. I was told to specifically give this to you, lock you in here and make you read every single word of that." The old lady explained passing me a leather-covered. On the cover, it read 6 years. 6 years? The last I remember I was only gone for five. 

   The lady gave me one last look before pushing me in further and slamming the door. I didn't even blink. Slowly I walked over to the bed and sat down. Pulling the book open a direct note towards me was written. 

  Welcome to game one Jacob.

   I have spent the last week and a half writing down everything I can remember about all of the mental pain you had caused. The shit I went through because of your dumb decisions. I wrote them all down in this book. You will read every single word written. This is a game, after all, let's not cheat.

   I want you to take note of how the simple things you said to what you did greatly affected me. That's all these games are anyway. You learning that I am not some toy that you can throw away when you are bored of me. I am human and I have emotions and feelings. 

  Remember these are all in the past. Although I want you to learn your lesson don't think about physically harming yourself in any way or I swear to god I don't care how pissed I am at you, I will fly down there and beat your ass. 

   Anyway, may the games begin now.

    ~Charlie