ROBIN

RaisedByWolves90: Did you just piss your pants?

NotADamsel10: Oooooh how did you know?

NotADamsel10: You're not a psychic, are you?

RaisedByWolves90: That's for me to know and for you to find out 😉

NotADamsel10: Ha, you're so fucking conceited. I'm not scared because I'm only here for the thrill.

RaisedByWolves90: Tough women are my type. You haven't left this chat which tells me you're still interested in playing.

NotADamsel10: I'm intrigued. Just a heads up to you too, I'm not a sensitive cry-baby.

RaisedByWolves90: Hmm, I like a fierce lady.

RaisedByWolves90: Make no mistake, this will be like any real kidnapping but we both know that it's a game. I will catch you, bind you and gag you. I won't use torture devices.

NotADamsel10: Okay.

NotADamsel10: but wait, are we going to have sex?

RaisedByWolves90: Yes but not if you don't want to.

NotADamsel10: I would like to see what you look like first.

RaisedByWolves90: You're going to make decisions based on how I look? How shallow...

RaisedByWolves90: JK 😛

NotADamsel10: I'm not picky about looks, I just want to make sure you're not an old man with yellow teeth. For all I know, you could be just that.

RaisedByWolves90: I'm opposed to seeing each other because that takes the fun out of the game, but for you, I'm ready to bend some rules. I'll figure something out.

RaisedByWolves90: We also need to do STD tests. I'll get them done tomorrow and send you my reports ASAP. You can send me yours.

NotADamdel90: okay. Anything else I should know?

RaisedByWolves90: Do you have a YouChat ID?

NotADamsel90: Yes, my user ID is the same.

We shared our YouChat IDs and shifted our chat from the dark web forum to a private messenger. It was much better this way since there was no threat of hackers.

NotADamsel10: Tell me more about this game.

RaisedByWolves90: I'll send you the list of rules and a waiver for you to sign.

NotADamsel10: A waiver?

RaisedByWolves90: Definition of a waiver- A waiver is a legally binding provision where either party in a contract agrees to voluntarily forfeit a claim without the other party being liable.

RaisedByWolves90: That's what Google told me.

NotADamsel10: I know what a waiver means! So I'm signing my life over to you.

RaisedByWolves90: It's just for my safety. You're a stranger and after the games are over, you could use this against me. I don't want to go to prison for something that's been agreed upon by two consenting adults.

NotADamsel10: Okay, I get it.

NotADamsel10: what if I turn up murdered by you instead?

RaisedByWolves90: I'm not a murderer. Like I said, just looking for a playmate. Also, to make things easier for you, I'll send you a letter that's sealed. In the unfortunate events that something were to happen to you or me, there's the letter explaining everything.

NotADamsel10: Seems like you have everything planned ahead of you.

RaisedByWolves90: More or less.

NotADamsel10: What's your name?

RaisedByWolves90: Gage. Yours?

NotADamsel10: Robin.

RaisedByWolves90: Just to be clear, you're a woman, aren't you?

NotADamsel10: LOL! Yes. I don't blame you for thinking I'm a guy. Most people get confused by my gender when they hear my name.

RaisedByWolves90: Robin's a unique name. I like it.

NotADamsel10: Thanks, I guess?

RaisedByWolves90: We can play the games next week if you're free, that is.

NotADamsel10: 10 days, right?

RaisedByWolves90: Yup. I don't make it my business to ask people about their work so I won't ask you. Can you get ten days leave?

NotADamsel10: Not a problem.

RaisedByWolves90: Did you know that there are some hardcore BDSM clubs doing this kinda thing?

NotADamsel10: You mean there are clubs and people who are willing to take part in this?

RaisedByWolves90: That's exactly what I said.

RaisedByWolves90: But these clubs are exclusive and the players are mostly "expert level." When you first messaged me and told me you were interested, I had a feeling you were part of this secret club.

NotADamsel10: Nope, this is the first time I'm getting to know of this. If this is going on in a club, why aren't you a part of it?

RaisedByWolves90: Naw. From what I know, the games that these clubs play are pretty fucking extreme.

NotADamsel10: Like?

RaisedByWolves90: let's not talk about that. You'll have nightmares. Plus, I like scaring people but I'd rather not scare you before we even have a chance to start our games.

NotADamsel10: Okay.

NotADamsel10: I want to see you.

RaisedByWolves90: Next time for sure, I gotta jet now. Sorry. I'll send you the list of rules. Talk soon.

Why did I have a feeling that this guy was making excuses because he didn't want me to see him?

NotADamsel10: Bye!

After I logged off and sank into the bath, there was a ping on my phone. Gage had sent me an attachment. I clicked on it and downloaded the file.

It was the set of rules for the game that he'd been talking about and a document that was the waiver for me to sign.

Walking out of the bath, I wrapped myself up in a bathing robe and walked to my little desk in the study area to get a print of it. It was a One-page set of rules glaring at me in black ink. I pulled out printed paper and walked to the kitchen island to make myself a quick dinner but before that, I settled down on the high stool to read the ten rules.

Rules of the Game

1.The first rule is that the partner will enter into the full role of a captive once the game commences.

2.Captor will choose a location.

3.Captor has a right to keep the captive locked up for the gameplay.

4.Captive can stop the game when she thinks she's had enough by yelling 'Game over.' This can be used only for extreme reasons. As soon as the captive says that, the game will stop.

5.Captive needs permission from Captor to use the bathroom.

6.Captive is allowed to do the following as part of the game:

·Slap

·Bite

·Kick

7.In situations that Captive tries to hurt the captor, he's allowed to fight back. No sharp objects allowed, i.e., a knife, blade, saw.

8.Captive has every right to try and escape as part of the game.

9.Captor will do whatever necessary to keep the Captive from running.

10.When the game is over, the role-playing ends, players will not contact each other after that.

This guy definitely needed therapy but who am I to judge him? I was no Mary Sue. If anything, I was quite opposite of that.

I was in a mood for pasta tonight but I'd run out of all the key ingredients. There was a packet of instant noodles staring up at me. Grimacing, I glanced at the clock; it was just past eight-thirty. I had enough time to make a run to the grocery store and grab a few things.

I quickly slid into a pair of jeans and pulled on jacket over the t-shirt, a pair of flats to go with it. Grabbing for my purse, I walked out of the penthouse. The grocery store was only five minutes away. The houses looked like monsters in the dark huddled together. I tried not to think how unsafe it was for me to walk alone at night in a mostly quaint town.

In the store, I grabbed some tomatoes, parmesan cheese, butter, and oregano and walked to stand in the line to pay for my stuff. Pasta was Jude's favorite food; he'd always coax me into cooking for him. I smiled at the memory of it. There were some good days until things went spiral.

I pulled the stuff out of the shopping cart and placed them on the counter. The employee rang them up. I paid in cash and made my way out of the store. The cool frigid breeze blasted into my body. I pulled my jacket closer to keep myself warm.

The phone in my handbag started vibrating. It was rare for my phone to ring as I was basically a loner, I'd always been that way since, before high school, I was that kid everyone thought was creepy and stayed the hell away from.

I dug into the bag and tried to retrieve the phone in the dark when suddenly I walked right into a hard body, crashing into the person and dropping the things onto the floor. The tomato rolled onto the concrete and bumped against the man's shoe.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," I mumbled not looking up at the person.

I bent down to pick up the things scattered there.

The man crouched on the floor to help me collect it. He dropped the things into the bag and held it out to me in a silent invitation to take it.

He was a tall guy, broad shoulders and thick biceps. He stood in the shadows, a few feet away wearing a hoodie that mostly covered half of his face. Even in the darkness, I could make out the chiseled jawline and cut on his chin.

His hands held onto the bag. These hands were rough, and veins slightly bulging, they looked like they could have no problem snapping a neck or two. Goosebumps prickled over my skin as the danger became evident. He was a night predator.

"Th-Thanks."

Reluctantly, I reached out to take the bag but he pulled it out of my reach.

He was taunting me. I wasn't imagining it when his lips twitched into a smile.

"Can I please have it back?" At this rate, I wasn't even sure how I could keep my voice from wavering.

He held it out for me again. I snatched it out of his hands. Usually, that would have been a rude gesture but a voice in my head told me to run. This was the kind of situation they talked on TV about. When you think you're in a dangerous situation, you don't waste your time thinking, you just bolt.

My fingers tightened around the bag as I hugged it to my chest and jogged faster. When I was far enough, I turned around to still find him standing by the curb.

He was watching me.

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