Novel & Cerita Scary Games Cat Scratch

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

I lost. “One more!” Jakeshouted, clearly hyped after his victory. Catherine shrugged and went to pay for another game and came back with ice-cream for the three of us. But I got so damn distracted by the way she was licking it, that I barely hit a single pin. With her eyes trained on me, she let her tongue circle around the ice-cream before she swept it across her lips. She smiled secretly and I looked around, slightly paranoid that anyone saw us. And when they didn’t, she continued, obviously enjoying my reaction. She knew that I was envisioning her giving me head.

This is playing with the big dogs. I put on the voice I’ve been practicing in my mirror—a voice that sounds older, shaky with fear, not like my own. “Mr. Blackwood?” I say, making my words tremble. “I… I know where Scarlett is. You need to come get her. Right now. She’s in a very, very bad state.” I wait, a wide, vicious smile spreading across my face as I stare at the broken girl tied to the chair. This is the best game I’ve ever played. and it was so fun.

“So I'm going to make this easy for you. Next time we meet, I'm not asking permission. I'm taking what I want and what I want is you. All of you. Until you stop lying to yourself about what this is." The video ended and I stared at my phone for five seconds before yeeting it across the room. My hands were shaking but I replayed it anyway. And the fact that my body kept reacting to it only made it worse. Okay, who wouldn't react like this to a video of a half baked, handsome….. I slapped myself. This was supposed to be an act so fantasizing about him was not supposed to happen. I stood up, the tickets were still in my hand and I had to hurry up if I wanted to avoid Victor's nagging.

I am in their light. I try not to be scared and frightened but I can’t help it. They can be hostile, aggressive, cruel, and right now I don’t like the way they're staring at me, and the way they surround me. My eyes grow wide, and I can feel myself start to sweat and shake at how scared I am of them. But there was something inside me liking how this cat and mouse game we were playing. Maybe the reason why I am sweating and shaking is that I am turned on? I thought.

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

I glanced at the game screen and froze, my blood rushing to my head as I saw the glaring zeros next to diamonds and lottery tickets. "Are you out of your mind? I told you not to touch my game! Didn't I make myself clear?!" I snatched the tablet from her hands, rage shaking me as I saw a whole bunch of new character cards—none of them were the ones I'd been aiming for. I glared at Scarlett, but she just looked back at me with the most exaggerated expression of innocence, pouting like she was about to cry. "I—I was just curious. Everyone's playing this game, so I wanted to see what it was all about… I've never played games before, not back in the countryside…"

“Please, Mr. CEO. Show me your hidden talents.” I stepped up, fished out another token, and dropped it in. The machine hummed to life. Scarlett crossed her arms beside me, close enough that I could smell her perfume, her coconut scent powered through the faint odor of beer. It made my chest tighten, stupidly. The claw dropped. Landed. Actually clutched the stupid raccoon. Scarlett gasped. “You didn’t.” The claw shook. It slipped. “Of course it did,” I muttered, shaking my head.

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

And he knows that too and that gives me a little power over him. With our eyes still locked, I slowly pull him toward me, and he lets me. Despite wearing heels, he’s taller than me. I lean on my toes to whisper into his ear, “I see the way you look at me. I can even smell the hunger from here… Dominique Gray. I know you want to fuck me, desperately, if I might add, but you need to understand one thing; I’m not every other girl, and you need to try harder,” I voice out, my breath warm against his skin. “I don’t know what little games you are playing, and you and I know you’re playing these little games…” I pause to look at him and I’m not surprised by the blank expression on his face. “You’re