THE GAME

Lying on the cold tree that used to be my harmless friend I grab my knife and create a new design. Blood flowing out through my wrist and legs and euphoria filling my body. Listening to the musical tune of the soothing sounds of distant cries. Master's fifth woman he has played with today. Why is he murdering so many bodies today? The mix of the pathetic screams of despair and Master's hearty laughs.Then an hour later, only his laugh was heard. The soul is fortunate to die that quickly, while Master has played with some women for weeks before he killed them off but they are still fortunate. All of them did not suffer from the beginning when the soul was born like I have. It has been sixteen years.I blotted my new designs on my legs and chained wrists with an old rag soaked with the gold liquid Master gave me. A sudden shock of numbness rose from my designs, but that slight drop of happiness disappears leaving me with my regular self, empty. Staring once more at the large bright house lavished with crimson roses and the blood of many, I crawl to the great oak tree which was a remembrance of the time I started my ghastly deeds. Opening the metal hatch and jump down......