Reaper

15. no confrontations

15. no confrontations 

"there's just one thing,"
she added, 
still staring down at you, 
her face twisted up
into one of sick pleasure. 

"no, 
there's nothing. 
nothing 
but this." 

"you're wrong with two things, now."
she scowled at you, 
adding, 
"one: no fights, 
two: there's much, much more
than this. 
and believe me, 
you won't like it." 

"why no fights?"

"you ran,"
she shrugged,
"you didn't even play
by my rules." 

"fuck your rules;
i make the rules,"
you growled out, 
feeling more anger than fear. 

she smirked,
"you've already done that
and now,
it's time to play fair." 

you wondered what she meant
but you found you didn't 
have to ask, 
because she told you, 
anyway. 

"it's my turn
to make the rules.
and if you abide by them,
i just might spare you."