Page 23 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Checkmate-The Junkie

Sitting at my desk, I laugh as I watch my little pawns cry over their friend who is now mine.

Oh, revenge is so fucking sweet. Now the actual game can begin.

After a few more tasks, I’m wiping the board.

Let’s see how they like having their deepest hidden secrets flow along the surface, bleeding into their lives like a crashing wave.

Clicking to the next feed, I sit back in my chair and press to turn on the speaker.

“Silas, Silas, Silas. My Little Junkie. How do you feel right now with your favorite drug flowing through your veins?”

He thrashes against the bindings that secure him to the metal chair. Multiple IVs are attached to his veins, pushing the one thing he can't outrun. Foam fills his mouth and drizzles down his chin.

“It must feel good, Little Junkie. Finally getting your fix. Let’s just hope you survive the night, and that I don’t decide to press this little button and give you too much. Who will save you then?” I laugh, as he picks his head up slowly, looking up at the camera.

“Fuck you!” he slurs, and I laugh again,

“Awe, now, now. Don’t get hasty on me just yet.

I wonder what your precious Little Poison Ivy would think if she knew what you did?

Hmmm… Be careful how you treat me, Silas.

I have the power to kill you with just the flick of my wrist,” I warn as he growls, continuing to thrash against his restraints.

“I know who you are! And when I get out, I’m coming for you!” he grits, slurring his words. I throw my head back, laughing sinisterly. He thinks he knows, but he doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Sure you will. Nighty, night my Little Junkie,” I sing as I press the button to administer another hit, watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head and more foam spills from his lips. I smile, hoping that by this time tomorrow, he will be nothing but a rotting corpse.

One down, so many to go!

-XOXO Checkmate, B*tches