preface
by: deija
because i felt that you all deserved to know what prompted them to play this game in the first place. enjoy.
.russianroulette.
You watch, your eyes trained on him as he braces himself. You pray that nothing bad will happen to your love even though he has assured you that you had nothing to worry about.
You hear the barrel being spun and your heart begins to race.
His opponent squeezes the trigger and your eyes close.
You hear the pop and open your eyes a few seconds later to see him staring back at the gunman with a smile on his face, "You lose."
Your heart leaps as you jump up from your seat and rush to his side. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him soundly before pulling back and smiling at him, "I want to play." You want to feel the rush of anxiety you saw him endure. You want to know what it's like to have a gun pointing at you because of your curious nature.
His smile drops and he begins to protest but you place your finger to his lips, "I know the risks but I want to experience the rush."
"You know this is the game of life or death," he explains and you nod.
"I know."
"I don't agree with this but I know you," he says as he places you on the floor again before standing, "If I don't comply then you'll find someone else to do it for you. I'll do it." He is reluctant when he says this as if he has to reassure himself instead of you.
"Thank you," you say before stepping on your tippy toes and kissing his cheek. "We play tomorrow night."
He nods; a grim expression on his face.
You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
.russianroulette.
now do you see? this is how it all started. hopefully this cleared it up for everyone.
xoxo,
deija