Turns
Ilya / Rick Nash
All-star game drabble
My turn." Ilya rips the tape
off his wrists once I freed him, pushing me back so my head smacks against the
wall.
"This is done." But he is
holding me down on the bed.
"It's over." I blurt out.
"I won, got more goals then you. I got my prize."
Ilya laughs and holds my hands above
my head. He slides his legs between mine and uses his knees to shove my legs
apart.
He licks his lips, smearing the
blood from his cut mouth over them.
"You win some, you lose some." He smiles,
"now is my turn."
