Games fools play
She huffed and puffed as she tried to make herself smaller. Her waist was bleeding from the little tryst she had engaged in.
Luna smeared her face with some blood and tore her clothes even more. As she made her way inside the apartment he bought for her, she groaned.
She was putting on a show for someone. Charlie. The man was growing obsessed with her by the day which she found amusing.
To convince him of her situation, she had created a real stab wound. She ensured that it wasn't deep enough to cause harm. Just enough to draw some blood.
Charlie sat on the couch in the middle of her living room. In one hand was a glass of red wine which he occasionally brought to his lips.
On the other was a phone he held to his ears listening to the person on the other end. He had made a deal with her owner. Or better yet the man who was deeply in love with her.