The Game

Chapter vii

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PRISONER- The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey

Christopher POV:

Holy shit. That was fucking hot. I don't think I can hold myself back next time I see Liana. I want more already. I have absolutely no idea why I said sex, but something about her makes me want to bring Damien out, but the minute I do, fucking killing sprees will break out, I won't be able to ever stop. Why do I want to stop? Is it Liana? The fucking demon just wants to rip her apart. Whether it's her inside or her outside.

Right after our little session, she apologised and ran straight out the door. It's like she remembered only then what she wanted out of the two of us, I didn't like what she said about keeping it professional. Luckily I know she won't resist me, so I will do as she wishes, too bad she is in my game, so I decide when this happens after she gives me her answer. I promise that either way, by the end of it, I will have her get down on her knees for me.

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Liana P.O.V:

"What is wrong with you Liana!" I yell at myself pulling on my hair as I pace my bedroom floor. Firstly you allow him to intoxicate you with his lo smell, his soft touch, his beautiful eyes, and worst of all, his fucking devilish smirk. My god, I need to stop this. I can't though, I have already submitted to his childish fucking games. Why do I fail when I am around him!? I can't even think straight with him in the same room! I have two sessions this coming week and I dread what is to happen.

*Later in the week*

I get up knowing what is to happen today, I got ready to leave for work, luckily todays session is a little later than the some of the other ones. Once I finish, I call Redvard. I give him the break down of how Christopher's mind works and explain to him that we are doing good and how he has not threatened me as of yet. I know it's lies but I keep a lot away from him, like that I am the exact same as Christopher, I was diagnosed at a young age and had to take pills ever since.

However Christopher has trained himself. He has learnt to control what's in his head. That already shows how powerful he really is. When my bell rings indicating that Vitale is here, I end the phone call and leave to my session. The closer we get the more nervous I become. I chose the latter answer to death. I just really hope he gives me a way out.

We get inside and this time Vitale doesn't take me to the same room as before. He rather takes me to a different part of the house. We seem to walk forever and we go up 2 flights of stairs to the top floor. We stop in front of the last doors on the end of the long corridor. The doors are massive and oak, they have a golden sign on it with the name "Camera da letto" and a keypad. "Wait inside here for a minute, he will be right with you." Vitale explains. I nod before walking in after Vitale punches in a code and closes the door behind me.

I take a look into the room finding a missive queen sized bed against the wall. The room is mainly matte black with beige curtains and an oak wood chest at the end of the room. It has a mini lounging area to the left of the room and a balcony to the right. On the right of the balcony would be what I assume is a walk-in closet moving toward a bathroom.

I walk out to the balcony and absorb the sun, looking over the view of the buildings of Cattolicia Eraclea in Sicily. This place is paradise. I allow myself to drown in the peaceful feeling, all my worries subside for a second until I am brought out of my trans when I feel a warm body press to my back. Their arms trapping me in by putting them beside mine.
I wish I could stay like this forever. His smell allowing me to breathe, his breath fanning on my ear causing goosebumps to arise on my skin.