What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

| Warning: This chapter has some mention of scars, and there is minor sexual content. If you're sensitive to any of these topics. Either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. |

   I've been on the edge all fucking week. Tom still has my journal, and I'm desperate to get it back. I've tried to get it back the nice way, but he's been really annoying about it. So I'm going to do it the hard way.
I ran into his office where he was working, and started to throw glass around the room. "I want my fucking journal back dipshit!" "I don't have time for this Roxanne. You've been here for about two weeks, and you've been a pain about it." "Give me my fucking book or I swear I'll-." "You'll what?" "I'm going to fucking make your life hell." "Did you just threaten me?" "Yeah, I did." "I'm not in the mood for this Roxy." "Just give it back." "Why do you need it?" "Because it's the only thing that calms me down." "You really want it?" "Yes!" "I'll be fair with you. Let's play a game." "What game?" "Have you ever played wizard chess?" "Only a few times." "Well that's what we're going to play." "What happens if I win?" "You get your journal back." "And if you win?" "I've been stressed for the past two days. So I'm going to need a stress reliever. If I win I get to do whatever I want when it comes to you. Only if you're comfortable with it." "Deal." Fuck am I actually doing this? I knew what he meant, but I was willing to try. I know this sounds crazy to do this just for a book, but it's more than that. I actually felt good when I slept with Tom, and recently I've been sad. So I'm trying to find new ways to stop myself from being depressed.
    "Rules are simple. You-." "I know what the rules are." "Alright then. You go first." We started to play, and the game became very even. It was around the end, and he was really good at the game. I could tell he played this game a lot as a kid. Now, the times I've played wizard chess I always won. But it was only a few times and I was against Astoria. She's not the best at chess. The game went on for awhile, and it ended like this. "Checkmate." Tom said. "What?" "You lost." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I'm sure." "Not possible. Did you think that piece was my king?" "What?" "That was my queen, and did not notice that the queen can do whatever the fuck she wants. That means you haven't taken my king yet. But that also means that you've left yourself vulnerable because you used your queen to get mine. Which leaves my pawn to get your king. So what really should be said is..you lost bitch!" "The correct term to use is "checkmate." "Fine, have it your way... checkmate!" He looked down at the board. "Now give me my fucking journal you fucking asshole!" He stood up, and grabbed my journal from his desk. "Here you go." I was confused as he was putting the game away, and going back to his desk. "You're not going to try to win?" "Excuse me?" "You lost, but you're still not going to take whatever you want?" "Are you asking me why I didn't fuck you because you lost?" "Yeah. I thought you were one of those guys who would lose a game, and still claim his prize." "Go back to your room." "Why?" "Because I need to work!" "Fine. Fuck you!" I ran to my room, and took a shower thinking about everything. I didn't understand what was happening inside his head. He was so confusing, and it's difficult for me to understand him when he keeps changing. I couldn't help but want to be free, but yet also understand him more. I really wish things could be easier in life, and they didn't cause such suffering. As the water hit my face, and the steam relaxed my migraine. All I could think about was him again. Him grabbing me, and bitting my neck. I really need to write this in my journal. Oh shit..my journal! I left it in his fucking office. I jumped out of the shower, and wrapped myself in a towel. My hair was damp, while I was running out of the bathroom in a towel. When I opened the bathroom door Tom was standing in the middle of my room with his back facing me. He turned around holding my journal, and he stared at me. He looked me up and down while I was in a towel. "You left your journal in my office." "You can just put in on the desk." He walked over to the desk still looking at me. "What are you looking at?" "You're in a towel. Did you seriously think I wasn't going to look?" "I don't know. Honestly I don't understand anything about you. I feel like you know everything about me, and I know nothing about you." "Why do you want to know me so badly?" "I don't know. I'm just interested." "In what?" "You I guess." "You're interested in me? We've only known each other for two weeks." "Not like that. I mean I'm just interested." "Well you don't need to know anything about me." "Why not?" "Do you always ask these many questions when you get kidnapped?" "I've never been kidnapped before." "No shit." I walked over to him to grab my journal. "Where did you get those scars?" "I'm not telling you that." "Why not?" "Because I'm just not!" We looked at each other for some time. It was getting really intense because his stare was a regular look. While I didn't even know what stare I was giving him. "Fuck it!" He yelled. After he said that he grabbed my neck and shoved me into the bathroom. "What the fuck are-." He silenced me by slamming his mouth to mine, while choking me. "Turn on the water." "What?" "I said turn on the water!" "Why?" "You're a pain in the ass!" He got undressed completely, and dragged me into the shower. While he was turning on the water I waited for him to turn around. Once he did I dropped my towel, and threw it outside the shower. I was crossing my arms covering my chest, and he walked over to me. "You don't have to do that, darling. You're fucking perfect." He removed my arms, and softly kissed me. Out of no where he grabbed my neck and violently pushed me against the shower wall. I was in heaven.