Game Maker

Im starting to want them both, not just my protector a the villain as well.After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell.No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested hed let me stay with him a for a pricea is here, too.Hes the whole reason I lost my job.My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy.a Andrew, you piece of a what are you doing?a a Whos Andrew?a My blood runs cold. Thats not Andrews voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.As my vision clears, the heart-stoppingly beautiful monster comes into view. He is definitely not Andrew.And just when I think Im locked in a cell with my captor, a second male voice comes through a speaker: our actual captor. He has a game he insists we will play a all for his brutal twisted amusement.And if we please him, maybe hell let us live.