Page 28 of Twisted Little Game

Quit texting so much. I am busy.

Doing what?

He doesn’t respond for a solid ten minutes, and I idly stroke my cock as I wait for him to reply, feeling like I’m edging myself into oblivion every time I glance at his picture again.

When I get another message from him, I’m desperately hoping it’s a full, nude photo of his shaft, but instead, it’s just words.

I am going to class now. Stay safe for one hour, Tate, and contact me immediately if you feel unsafe.

I scroll back up to the photo immediately and pump my cock harder, taking myself to the brink in under a minute and spilling fat, white streaks all over my lower stomach when I come.

God, fuck, Roman is bigger than me in every way.

My cock is really goddamn good, too, but it doesn’t compare to that thing he has beneath his pants.

I tap on the photo and save it to my phone for later.

When I get out of bed, I look over and see something on the floor by the door.

Something that definitely wasn’t there when I went to sleep.

It looks like a plain, dark stone, some sort of rock with a red ribbon around it, just sitting there right inside the door.

I haven’t been locking my door at night, because… well, I never do, and I’m starting to think that’s a really bad idea.

But clearly, someone entered last night to leave a goddamn rock.

I pick it up and see a folded note beneath it. There is some sort of symbol, circles and lines, carved into the bottom of the flat stone.

The note is short:

Keep believing you’re safe.

You can’t run away, Tate…

My skin crawls.

I drop the thing onto my desk and get changed, ready to go to class. I know I should message Roman about what I found, but when I pull out my phone, I can’t bring myself to do it.

Tate

Thank you for that picture.

Your Guardian Fucking Angel

You’re still texting me?

What do I have to do to get another one?

I don’t negotiate with terrorists.

Fuck you.

Keep dreaming.

I shove my phone away and head out onto campus.

My first class is French, which is relatively easy because I love languages. We go over conjugation drills, and it’s a welcome respite from thinking about my morning. Afterward, I have Econ, which isn’t as fun but it’s at least absorbing.