The Killing Game.

The Killing Game.

I can hear him coming. He’s going to find me; I know this, yet my feet stay firmly glued in place.


‘Hm, must have stepped in some Gorilla Glue at some point.’


I cannot run anymore, it’s not worth it. 'He' always finds me; and my feet are killing me. So here I huddle, cowering shamelessly between a rock and a hard place, literally, and I don’t even want to know what the substance is that I’ standing on. I lost my shoes at some point during the first chase; what can I say it’s hard to run for your life while wearing stilettos. I can say that the substance feels unnaturally disgusting. So disgusting in fact that I may just have to whimper embarrassingly, but 'He' would hear it, and then know where I am. There’s something very wrong with him, besides him being a SADISTIC MURDERING FREAK. There’s something about him that’s not. Normal.


‘Gods I can’t believe I was such a complete IDIOT! I was so stupid to ignore all the warn--.


‘Oh My God. What was that? Oh please no. Oh please, oh please, oh please.’


Begging 'Him' silently, but knowing no amount of pleading is going to save me from his wrath. I know he’s furious with me, I started his game much earlier than he usually starts it, when he 'likes' to start it. I thought if I 'got out' before he usually starts that he would display his famous arrogance and I would have a couple hours head start,


‘Not that it matters’


but he surprised me with his reaction. Though I suppose I really shouldn’t be all that surprised, no one likes to be betrayed’ have their emotions used against them. I gave him a little taste of his own medicine.


‘He will never trust me again, that’s for sure.'


I had played docile and gained his trust. Made him drop his guard and get comfortable, like he has done so many times to myself. As I was sneaking out the door I had almost felt guilty since he trusted no one, but blew it off knowing he probably doesn’t trust me but is testing how broken my spirit is. He is after all a boy with a 'new toy' and wants to see how much he can play with it before it breaks.

As I had fled over the now familiar terrain of the highlands I had made a promise to my self that I would not be the one to be broken. I promised that if I was going to go down, then I was going to take him down with me. If I wasn’t going to get out of this situation alive, then neither was he.


I had ran for what felt like a good thirty minutes and felt confidant that I was in the clear Yeah that didn’t last long before I heard a roar that spoke of unimaginable anger. I could feel the ground quaking underneath my feet, until I realized it wasn’t the ground that was shaking. It was 'me'. I could practically feel my skin losing all of its color, and the stinging at my eyes was not from the wind this time, but from tears begging to fall.


‘Oh god, this is way past being not normal. What is he?’


When I first laid eyes on him he seemed to have a presence about him, and other than him being huge with Dark Auburn curls hiding almond shaped light golden eyes to his straight nose and jaw that was slanted and blanketed with at least two days growth, with wide shoulders, and broad muscled chest covered in a slightly disheveled burgundy button down shirt. With lightly sun kissed skin peeking out from behind the top three buttons that were left undone just to tease you. He had narrow hips that were hugged by obsidian slacks, framed by his untucked shirt tales. Giving him a rugged, but respectable look. He stuck out like in a crowd of everyday people.


‘Hell! The man would stick out like a sore thumb if you were Blind, Dumb, and Deaf!’


Watching him interact with people an observant person could say that it looked as if he were trying to conform and disappear in the crowd, but had a little rebel side that refused.


‘ Ha! Yeah like that’s going to ever happen! Sorry sweet heart, but men who look taller than any man in the MBA, and look like an Adonis tend to stand out any where they go.’


But that’s not what forced my attention to stay on him. Well, not completely. It was that he seemed to have this aura that caused the crowds around him to part unknowingly to make a path for him to pass. I knew something was OFF about him. My Spidey Senses were tingling away, but I had never been able to resist a bad boy and he looked so. Taboo, and to quote the very naughty, yet undeniably wonderful, Captain Jack Sparrow, “I couldn’ resist mate”. That all changed though; well, ok, not 'all' of it changed. I still want him…you know. Sexually I mean. And he knows it. He makes me want him.