The Game: Reload

by Scarlet Temptation

"It's just a game," he murmured. His face dipped to mine and he lightly kissed my jaw. "Game over, Leah." A blinding pain shot into my neck and I felt myself falling. My vision went, and the last thing I felt was my back colliding with the water. . . . . . And then? ***Sort-of sequel to The Game***Drabbles/OOC/NonCanon/DarkThemes

5. Chapter 5

Chapter Five

By first light the next day I was sitting up.

It wasn't easy and mostly involved propping myself up on my arms and locking them in a straight position.

But it was better than being face down like the past five days, that was for sure.

With the threat of death looking less and less likely, I turned my thoughts to vengeance instead.

The muscles in my legs were still completely dead and I couldn't feel them for the most part.

Tear off his legs. The first task on my list.

I had tried talking, only to discover my tongue was still useless and lolled about in my mouth like I was having a stroke.

Rip out his tongue, I added to the list.

The worst thing about getting feeling back after nearly six days on a beach was the severe itch of the sand embedded in my skin.

Rake off his skin. No. Burn off his skin.

Yes, he would burn like I had.