Seattle Mix Tape - The Bad Peach
I could hear the die tumbling and then, silence. My heart was pounding in my ears, wondering what number it had landed on, anticipation and fear gripping me. Blindfolded, I relied on her to call out my fate, something that she’d taken more and more time to do as the ‘game’ progressed, sometimes not even bothering to tell me. I’m not sure which was worse – knowing or not knowing. “I have a little game planned for us, pet.”...
