Dark Intentions

14: Playtime

Chapter 14

"Why do I have to wear this again?" I ask, holding out the pieces of clothing that Devon handed to me.

"Just put them on." Devon commands me, closing the bathroom door behind him. I let out a sigh of exasperation, throwing the garments onto the floor. I sit on the lip of the bath tub, placing my elbows on my knees, my chin in my hands.

This morning Devon disturbed my sleep again, waking me up with a rough shake to my arm. I had wanted to fall back asleep because I was tired from staying awake all night thinking about Emma dying. He insisted I get up anyways, threatening me by saying that I would have to sleep upstairs in the horrid attic again. I immediately got up afterwards.

In the process of cleaning myself up in the bathroom by taking a shower and brushing my teeth, Devon had barged in, holding some pieces of clothing for me. I was wrapped in my shower towel when he had entered, causing me to shriek and trying to slam the door closed. Instead, I had closed it on Devon's wrist, making him to cry out in pain. Even though I was smirking and giggling to myself behind the protection of the door, it didn't last long. Devon wasn't pleased with me, however didn't strike me then and there. I'm still thanking God for that at this moment.

Once I had taken the pieces of clothing from him, my face had dropped into a grimace. They were camo, and big. I had gotten the right sized undergarments of course, a black T-shirt accompanying them. The camo garments were the sweat pants and the jacket that came with it, made out of a garbage baggy material. I assumed the jacket had to go over the black shirt and the sweat pants to match along with it. I didn't know what the clothes were for, but I refuse to wear them and look like a hill billy hunter.

I only put the undergarments, socks and the black T-shirt on, wrapping myself in my towel again afterwards. After just sitting back down on the bath tub again, there's a loud knock at the bathroom door.

"Are you ready?" Devon yells. He bangs on the door a couple of more times.

"No! Give me a second!" I yell back at him, scrambling to put on the sweat pants and jacket. I immediately drop the towel to the floor and pull the camouflage pants on, pulling on the draw strings to make the waist area tighter.

"One!" Devon yells, opening up the door. He scans me up and own, his face an expression of disapproval. "Hurry the fuck up Steph I want to get going!" He slams the door against the wall, leaving me there to hear him stomp back downstairs.

Without being told, or wanting Devon to be angrier than he already is, I leave my shower towel on the floor, and grab my jacket. I shrug it on as I follow Devon down the stairs, meeting him at the back door in the kitchen. He's got a shotgun slung across his back, a pistol in his waistband and he was currently putting a hunting knife into one of his pockets. Just like me he wears a camouflage outfit.

"Put those on." Devon nods to the floor. There sits a pair of heavy duty black boots, looking like my size that were waiting for me. I drag over a chair from the table and sit down, grabbing the boots.

All I could think about as I untie the laces and pull on the shoes are the weapons that Devon was in possession of. The dream that I had a few nights ago just kept replaying in my mind, trying to decipher whether or not it was my fate for today. The thought made me afraid, the feeling of the cold barrel of the pistol being pressed into my temple being re-winded and replayed over and over again in my mind. I started to think up of different scenarios in which this could turn out, but the only one that truly stuck was the one where my brains would be blown to bits by Devon. Maybe we were just going on a leisurely walk or just going hunting together.

"Yeah, maybe you're the one being hunted." I stupidly think to myself. I shake my head, focusing all of my attention to putting the second shoe on my foot. When I'm done I get back up.

"Let's go." Devon pulls one of his sleeves back from his wrist, revealing a thick black band that encircled it. He held it above his head a little, causing the device above the door frame to go green and a short beep to come from it. He pulls the sliding door open and lets me out before him.

The first thought that crosses my mind when I step out and breathe in the fresh air, is that I could run. I could run into any given direction that I wanted to, running without no destination, no set goal. I could let myself free fall into the hands of fate, let anything that's supposed to happen, happen. Don't get me wrong, I would take any chance I can possibly get to take off and to escape this nightmare. However, the only thing that was stopping me from accomplishing that was Devon. I knew that he was currently armed, and that if he truly wanted to, he could just load his gun and shoot me like a helpless rabbit trying to escape the predator.

I follow Devon as he leads me to the edge of the woods, watching him squat down to the ground. He digs into one of his pockets, and drops the contents of it into the brown grass. There's bullets and different magazines that he lays out, picking through them. He pulls out his pistol from his waistband and checks the revolver to see if it's full. When he it isn't he sticks a couple of bullets into the slots, clicking it back in place when he's done. He holds the gun up and aims into the distance, pulling the trigger. It makes a loud bang, making me cover my ears with my hands.

"So," Devon starts, sticking his weapon down his pants again. I uncover my ears to listen to him. "do you know what we're doing out here?" Devon stands back up, stretching to his full height.

"No?" I pull my eyebrows together.

"Well," Devon turns around, gesturing with his hand towards the forest. "this is the playground. This is where we obviously play." Devon rolls his eyes at his own comment. "Anyways, the rules of the game is simple. I let you run of, and I come after you. If I feel like I had fun, then I'll just bring you back to the house. If I feel like I'm just walking around searching, then we'll stay out here and the things that will happen to you will be worse." Devon pats the shotgun strap. "Okay?"

"Wait what? What -" My heart beat picks up and my breath comes out in gasps. What was going on? Was he really going to come after me? Like I was an animal? What does he mean by the thnigs that are going to happen to me are going to be worse? What the fuck?

"Hey. No buts okay? We start right now." Devon says. "I'll give you a head start. Remember what I said Stephanie." Devon points to his brain.

"Ready,"

My heart his beating at one million miles per hour, beads of sweat starting to build at my temples and forehead.

"set,"

I don't know what to do, how to react. Should I just listen to him and do what he wants? What will happen if I don't?

"run."

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