Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

**A/N-This story is anonymous request for Nosebleed Central. Seeing that I fail espically to write a simple one shot, here is yet another product of my efforts. I hope you enjoy it xoxo, Dianna** Let's just say never play a game of truth or dare unless you truly intend on being daring. Read on to see what happens to Stuart, the youngest son of the Skull Masters Motorcycle Club's President is goaded into a situation beyond his control by his older sibling, Aaron. See what happens when a dare takes on a life of it's own in a totally unexpected way.

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.

BoyxBoy Bobby Lee has always been a coward. Bugs? Horrifying. Lightning? Terrifying. Oh right....The Ice Cream Man? Absolutely Petrifying. Warning: Homosexuality, kidnapping, sexual content, language