- Reads 51
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
- Time 40m
Ongoing, First published Mar 16, 2015
The game is Dantea’s Hell and I am unwilling participant in this sadistic game of murder. Murder only I can prevent if I play well. I was in hell. A hell of my own making I have to admit it if only to myself and being honest. A deep dark depression that was making my life this living hell. I was doing things that went beyond reason. Out of control. Things that would shock my friends. I had no family to shock but friends in mass that would be disappointed in me. Doing certain things that were dangerous to my own wellbeing. He was there again. As always, I couldn’t see his face. It was covered by a mask as was mine. We could only see each other’s eyes. His eyes met mine across the room. He walked over to me and took my arm in his hand. The other men knew he got to choose first. I didn’t know what was special about him. I didn’t care as long as he possessed me night after night. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement between us until we we removed the masks. The game changed. I was forced into a game of Hell with only this man to protect me. You never know how much love someone until the thought of losing them is a real possibility Copyright @ 2015 Lee WardlowAll Rights Reserved
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