"It looks like you've finished the game, my dear." He began to circle my chair slowly, relentlessly. He was a cheetah stalking its prey. The heel of his boot click clacked against the cold, marble floor of the mansion with each careful step.
"Congratulations."
Click.
"I knew it was you."
Clack.
My wrists burned from resisting the rope that was bound so tight around my skin. A small stream of blood drip dropped onto the polished floor, creating a minuscule puddle of scarlet against the gray stone.
Although I couldn't speak, I used my eyes to stare him down. To try and force him to realize what he was doing. To see if I could find some sort any sort of sympathy. However, this was a mad man. He was lost in a fantasy world that ran on pain, loss and misery.
I thought about Dinah, Bethany, Luke...
I thought about Issac.
According to him, they were dead.
They lost.
They played his game, fair and square. They fought for their lives-- Issac fought for his and for mine-- but it wasn't enough.
"Bleed more, my dear. I want to nurse you back to health again,"
Click.
"and again,"
Clack.
"and again."
I had a horrible feeling that the winner would receive a much worse fate.
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Shadow's Game
Mister / Thriller"I don't ask for much," he breathed in my ear as his gloved hand clenched my throat. "just your life." Majesty Clark was never one to gamble. She was content with her life the way it was. Her fiancee, however, was always looking for an adventure. D...
