Wicked Games

"Naive little lost girl, still thinks she can win." He chuckled, circling her like a lion circles it's prey.

"I've won your games before." She spat venomously. The boy laughed, he actually laughed, as if he found her threat amusing. "Oh my darling girl, you actually think you won those games on your own? Are you truly that stupid to think I couldn't have stopped you?" He paused in front of her, his fingers reached out and curled around her chin.

"Everyone has, and always will be, where I want them. My island, my rules, my game, my board. You only won because I wanted you to, because I needed you to." She pushed his calloused hands away. "So this was all one big game to you?" She snarled, her heart sinking, she hadn't escaped, she never could have, the demon had made sure of that. "You truly are wicked." She snapped before he had the chance to respond.

"You think you've seen wicked?" He raised a brow. "Wicked has only just begun."