I smiled, veering quickly to face the player I had bested.
My little rage trip had caused him to reveal his hand. It might not be what I had expected, but it was just as glorious. It was beyond thrilling, more than the satisfying ecstasy of drugs. Not that I have ever tested one.
"Yes?" I said, my smile spreading, almost tugging at a laugh.
"Come and sit your ass down" he replied, an attempt to wipe clean the fact that he had revealed his desperation.
"Shouldn't you say, please?" I teased.
"Don't push it" he laced.
"So serious" I thrilled, taking back my seat.
His face was red with rage. He hated that he had given me the upper hand. That he had relinquished his control to me. But I didn't give a damn. Not one bit. He can die in shame for all I care.
His kind has dealt with people like me for so long. They never fail to remind us that we are lesser, we are nothing and that they are better. Simply because, life in its cruelty played fair with them.
