Rules

Rules

“Brought you something, sweet-cheeks.”
Angie looked up from her monitor to find her best friend Laney swirling two plastic red cups in her hands. Dressed like a sexy devil for the party going on at the compound tonight, she teetered on super high red heels to Angie’s desk, sitting on top of it.
“Hey, watch it! I’m working tonight.” Angie protested.
Laney shrugged, pushing a cup at her.
“Come join the party. Nothing’s going on in here.” She frowned at all the tech gear in the control room.
“Whatever, you know I have to monitor my psychos.”
Laney pouted, rolling her eyes.
“They’re fiiinne. The old crusts haven’t been a problem since fairy tale days. Quit worrying and have some fun. It’s Halloween!”
Angie smirked at her friend’s nickname for the prisoners trapped inside the gaming system her cousin had programmed to house them. Fairy tale villains might be how every school kid knew them nowadays, but the dudes inside Rick’s cyber jail were not to be underestimated.
“That’s all I need is for Rick to chew my ass for not manning his program. Besides, I don’t have a costume.”
“Who cares? You always look cute as hell.” Laney flipped Angie’s dark red pigtail. “All gothy, punk and adorable.”
It was Angie’s turn to roll her eyes. Typsy Lanie reached down and spun her in her chair away from her desk.
“Whoa!” Angie laughed, but then Lanie—who might have been a little more drunk than originally thought, swayed precariously close to the breaker box. Her body jerked sideways as one of her heels broke. Angie reached for her, but couldn’t stop her from crashing into the box.
“Aaaa!”
Everything went dark.
Angie sprang into action, flipping the main switch back on and pulling Lanie away in one horrified move.
“Shit!” The lights came back on.
“Omigod, Ange, did…” Lanie looked ready to puke.
Angie shook her head so hard her pigtails hit her in the face.
“No, I think you just hit the lights.” She rushed into her chair, scanning all the monitors. “Yeah, it’s fine. Whew.” She blew out a breath.
“I am so sorry, Ange.”
“No worries.” Angie’s eyes were glued to the screens.
“I’m gonna go. I can’t believe I just did that.”
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” Angie chanted the words. Miraculously, the system looked intact. Maybe it really was okay. She just needed to switch her view and check on the psychos.
“You should… you should go back to the party.”
She didn’t even turn around as she heard Lanie slink out the door.
“Holy crap, that was close.”
The lights overhead flickered, sending a chill up her spine. Lightning cracked outside the tiny glass brick that served as a window on one wall, making her look. Thunder roared, and she jerked.
“Get a grip.” She muttered. “What am I, afraid of a little storm now? Ha.”
Turning back to the screen, her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. It was black—the black screen of doom these magick enhanced monitors were supposed to be immune to. Not completely black, though. No. In the center of the screen, two words shone through in tiny print.
You lose.
“What the…?”
A low growl echoed behind her—the kind of sound that shook through flesh down to a person’s bone marrow. Slowly, Angie turned, her chair squeaking. All the air left her lungs at the frightful presence now standing in the control room. She knew this one. She’d watched him for nearly two years. She’d battled him in the game, kicking his digital ass every time she’d pitted her avatar against him. Hell, she’d even played as him when she felt like walking on the dark side.
Of all the inmates in the cyber prison, he’d always intrigued her the most. His feral moves, his diabolical backstory—not to mention his sexy as hell avatar. That Rick had given him a shirtless skin definitely had something to do with the infatuation she suffered. His game physique had nothing on what stood before her right now, though. Six foot four inches of tan, jacked muscle, thick black hair, cruel lips and the kind of stare that could only belong to one of the world’s worst villains of all time. The baddest of the bad. That’s right—the fucking Big. Bad. Wolf.
His amber eyes gleamed. A wicked smirk shaping the mouth she’d fantasized about.
“Hi there, Little Red.” His eyes passed over her. “My, how you’ve grown.”
This was insanity. This couldn’t be happening! Finally, Angie found her voice.
“Wh-wh- what do you want?”
He chuckled, every note sinister to the core.
“Oh, we’ll get to that. First, let’s have a look at the warden of my longtime jail.”
He lunged forward, grasping the sides of Angie’s chair. He leaned down close, sniffing audibly. Trembling, Angie screwed her eyes shut and held her breath as the heat emanating from his big, ripped body got closer and closer.
Don’t open your eyes. This is all just a bad dream.
His deep chuckle reverberated like he’d heard her.
“Mmm, not a dream, Little Red. Not a dream at all.”
With that, he licked the shell of her ear. A fiery rain of shivers rushed through her. Her nipples sprang to attention under her shirt as molten warmth unfurled in her lower belly. When his tongue flicked off the tip of her ear, she gasped, her eyes flying open when his teeth clacked shut.
“No offense, little one…” he breathed into her neck. Holy hormones, please stop! Dude was evil incarnate. She knew that. Why was her fear being erased by desire? “… but I’m over this place.”
“Oh?” Angie chirped. She couldn’t get up the nerve to fight him. Half of her didn’t want to. Nope, half of her had no problem with the Darius, The Big Bad Wolf devouring every inch of her. He straightened his arms, giving a slow shake of his head.
“One hundred years in cyber space—a man works up quite an appetite.”
Oh, shit!
“Uh… uh…” Angie panicked.
Her death grip on the chair was all for naught. He pulled her out of it before she could scream, whooshing her up over his shoulder. She yelped, but froze at the feel of sharp teeth on her bottom cheek. Holy crap, he’d just chomped her! On the butt! Her core flared to life, wetness gushing between her thighs in an instant.
Oh, god, she was so wrecked!
She tried but failed to stop the squirmy bottom wiggle she did on his shoulder. He laughed outright, the growl of it flaring in her center.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to be let out, sweet morsel.” He said. “Let’s go.” His big palm whacked where he’d bit her.
As her vision turned black, his deep voice echoed in her ears.
“My game. My Rules.”

Copyright © 2021 Amanda V. Shane, First published as Rules in the Wild At Heart PNR Flash Fiction Writing Circle. All rights reserved.

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