The only rule for this type of game is to have fun.
I knew he was watching me.
He knew he was toying with me.
I knew he could've easily caught me.
He knew that too.
Our little game of cat and mouse.
"You're lost...aren't you?" He would say.
And every time.
The same thing would happen.
His hand choking me
As I was struggling to breathe.
He did not know I was actually the cat.
After all it was his mind we were in.
I know your asking; two people can't be in the same mind.
I am the mind.
This time I let him catch me and choke me.
"I let you win but... how will you... get... out." I then blacked out with one thought on my mind.
'He was a dead man'