Let the Game Begin

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains adult scenes. Read at your own risk.)



The shadow gave me chills to the bones. It had wings spread out with a sword in its hand, but when I looked at mine, all that I was holding was a pistol. I touched my back, but there were no wings to make me a winged creature. Goosebumps crept through my skin when it didn't move. I raised my hands, swayed my hips, hopped, jumped, and danced, but it remained unmoved like a standing statue. It was obviously my shadow because no one was standing in the middle of the empty alley but me.

This is not happening!

I frantically broke the glass and opened the front door of a car parked nearby. Curious to see if my "doppelganger" was following me, I glanced at my shadow and felt relieved when I finally saw it reflecting my actual movements.

"Hey, stop! What are you doing with my car? I'll call the cops, stop it!" A man hurriedly went towards me and attempted to block the way as I started the engine, thanks to my expertise.

"Hey, stop! Stop!" he said, slamming his palms against the window.

I ignored him and drove off out of the city, though I practically didn't know where I was going. Needless to say, I didn't even know where I came from to begin with except that orphanage where I was raised by cruel strangers. If only I could, I would drag Riley to hell for destroying my life.

Everything began from his wickedness, and he even had the guts to keep the whole truth about who I really am. I did ask him to erase my memories when my parents died, but cunning and evil as he had always been, he removed more than what I asked for and replaced them with lies. I couldn't even discern truth anymore, and my brain cells were battling which to believe. All I knew was my life was a big, fat lie.

As I drove off on an open highway, a guy fixing his tire in the middle of the road caught my attention. I could tell he had drained his strength fixing the flat tire under the scorching heat of the sun by the look on his face.

"Hey, need help?" I asked, manually lowering the window.

The guy looked in my direction and stood up, putting the wrench on the ground. He took his shirt off and exposed his flat six-pack abs. He wiped his face with his shirt as he walked towards me.

"Hi, yeah. Have you any spare tire?" he asked.

"Not really sure if I have," I answered, checking my jacket. "Try to open the trunk," I said, handing him a safety pin.

He took the pin and looked at it.

"How can I open your trunk with this pin?"

"Mmm . . . you can do it."

"You serious?

"Yeah . . . delicious," I mumbled, staring at his abs.

"What?

"Oh, nothing. I mean ah . . . I-I lost my keys. Ahm . . . In fact, I haven’t opened the trunk for like two weeks now. You can try using that. I'll wait." I smiled awkwardly.

He furrowed his brows but still walked towards the back of the car and tried his luck. Shortly after, he returned the pin.

"Nah, it didn't work,' he said.

"Really?" I asked before getting out of the car. My eyes narrowed when I realized that it was crooked.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I threw the sharp object away and slammed my fist against the trunk. The trunk opened, making the guy shocked.

“Here you go.”

"Wow, that was amazing. You should have told me you could do it with your bare hands and not waste our time using a pathetic tailor's safety pin."

I chuckled. "No big deal at all watching an enticing view," I teased, glancing at his abs while leaning against my car.

"Really?" he said, giving me a flirty smile.

He grabbed the tire from the trunk, flexing his muscles as he carried it towards his car. When he was done, he turned to me.

“Wanna try?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I said, smiling and crossing my arms.

“Come on in,” he invited. “Your car looks great. New paint?"

“Ah yeah. Thanks. Stealing feels good just like stolen moments, doesn't it?” I said, giving him a wink.

With his hands on the steering wheel, I positioned myself in front of him as we drove on an empty road. His lips were wet, and his tongue was warm. Leaning in closer, I sucked his tongue to my heart’s content. His hips moved slightly upward, and I responded to his movements, making our bodies in sync.

His chest and cheeks flushed red as the moments add up. I slid my hands down to his manhood, teasing him as his moans grew louder than mine, and I could feel my body start to heat up. My heart was racing, and my blood was boiling. Gasping for air, I held on to his neck as his free hand unzipped his pants. As my body’s temperature began to rise, I felt the same piercing sensation in my flesh again and attempted to crouch in pain.

“Wait, we need to stop . . . I can’t . . .” I asked which he ignored. I was practically groaning in pain.

He probably needed more space so he stopped the car on the side of the road and opened the front door. He grabbed me with lecherous eyes and carried me on his shoulder. Slamming me with my back on the hood, he unzipped my pants and pulled it down to my knees before spreading my legs apart. Our hips moved in rhythm like a dance. Suddenly, I felt like I was a different being.

“You’re a sloppy human being, you know that?” I grinned.

“What—”

He instantly moved a few steps backward and put his pants back on as his once lustful eyes turned horrified. “You’re a monster! Your eyes . . . your eyes . . .” he said, pointing his finger at me.

“I thought you’re enjoying it. Why are you running away from me? Am I not pretty?”

“No . . . N-No . . . I mean yes . . . you’re pretty. Just let me go! Help! Help me!” he shouted, trying to free himself from my grip around his throat.

“You suck. You don't know how to appreciate a woman. You think you can just touch a woman according to your own liking? Newsflash. You're nothing.”

His screaming continued as I felt something sprouting from my back and tearing my flesh apart. I groaned as it spread open and flapped before his panic-stricken eyes. I pulled him up, and in a blink of an eye, I stabbed his chest with my free hand and ripped his heart before crushing it. Uncontended, I threw his limp body into the air and pierced his entire flesh with the sharp-edged flapping thingamajig on my back before dropping him.

“Ptui!” I spat at the awful taste of his blood. "Gross."