Game Of Life

Slowly his hands go behind my back, his fingers trailing on my skin slowly, softly. When he reaches the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it in one swift motion. I squeal when I feel my bra go loose on my skin and try to shuffle away from him, keyword being try. With my hands and legs in a plaster it was very hard to even move from a place and with him straddling me it's become even harder, "What are you doing?" I squeal.
"Removing your bra,"
"But why?" Is he trying to use me when I am in such a vulnerable motion?! Is that it?
"Calm down, I just want to apply the cream on the bruises on the sides of your boobs," he said calmly.
Just then my phone starts ringing. I look at it to see it is coming from a blocked number. Shit. Damon goes to pick it up.
"Stop," I almost scream, scaring Damon who forgets the phone and looks at me like I am crazy.
"What is wrong with you?" He exclaims. Just as the ringing stops, I take a sign of relief.
But as I look at Damon, I see that he is waiting for a reply. Well damn, I'll have to think of something fast.
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What happens when you have an accident that leaves you crippled completely? What happens when everything you have left in this life is in danger? What happens when there are three players instead of one? What happens when the truths aren't true and the unseen has to be seen?
A game of cards. A shuffled deck. You don't know what you will get next.

Be ready to play and be played.
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