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I smiled, because the idea was amusing. “While that is a cool idea, I have a better one.” Setting my bowl to the side, I stood and walked over to the counter where the copy of the footage that was currently watching on my T.V. lied.
She lifted the remote, changing the channel to Netflix. “And what is that?”
“I’m thinking of lighting a match,” I said, walking over to her desk and grabbing an envelope. “I’ve been bored lately, none of the cases that I’m getting are asking for an intense play so-, I think it’s time I invented my own game.”
Laine cocked a brow at me. “Don’t your games usually end with someone dying?”
I shrugged, “Sometimes, and sometimes, they improve their behavior before I have to take them to the glen.”
Giving a little shiver, Laine turned her attention back to the T.V. starting her favorite show Sabrina the Teenage witch. “Well, tell me if there is any more good porn to watch, because girl!” She shook her head, glancing at her cell phone. “I might have to call on Tyrone to fix me up.”
I chuckled. Grabbing my coat, I headed out to drop the letter in my hands in the mailbox.
As I stepped out into the warm night, the stair well light flickered slightly, and I felt my pulse race as I thought back to that moment in the storage.
It had been enjoyable, Connor was the same. He enjoyed full control, and the minute he felt it slipping, he freaked out…violently.
I couldn’t forget the first time I’d ever seen him, he’d been sitting on a bench outside the cafeteria, and since my mother had been teaching how to be “nice”, I’d thought nothing of walking up to the crying male and comforting him.
Instead, I’d made myself an enemy.
Weakness? He hated it.
At the time, I’d only known that he was fixated on destroying my everyday life. He taunted, teased, and mocked, and when he noticed that those insulted caused little reaction, he’d reached with his two hands to shove me into walls and lockers.
A bully at its finest.
Only if Connor had done his research, he would have known that he wasn’t dealing with someone who’d fold under such treatment. I’d thrived under his cruel attention, he was always watching and waiting for me. Out of all the girls he’d only thrown scraps of attention to, when he saw me, his eyes blazed with something.
I was young, but I’d always been smart in a very, very fucked up way.
And had learned at a young age that driving someone to that level of emotion was exciting. It had all come to a head a few weeks before my graduation, I’d purposely failed to deliver to him the apple pie he’d demanded.
He’d dragged me to the back of the school and tossed me to the ground. He’d searched for something on the floor, muttering under his breath like a mad man. Seeing a steel bat, he’d bent to pick it up. Lifting it, he aimed at me, but I had lifted my face to see it.
And I slipped up. I smiled.
I wasn’t really thinking at the time, I won’t lie, I was a bit self-destructive at the time.
He’d blinked, his brows lowering in confusion as he seemed to finally see me. His eyes widened as it dawned on him what he was doing, and what I clearly was craving.
Without a word, he dropped the steel rod, and he backed away with staggering steps and ran.
The next day, he got a girlfriend and never looked my way again.
I thought there had been an unspoken promise between us, a vow that he would be my executioner, and he’d betrayed me. His feet had grown cold when he’d realized just how much of a monster he truly was, and how much I craved that side of him.
He’d betrayed our vow.
So, I know this to be true…He owes me a game.
