Chapter 5: The Anticipation

Between classes through the week, I took some time to do another tour of the game bounds and internals, this time paying more attention to potential hiding places and potential pitfalls. I wouldn’t have very many occasions to turn a corner that gave me multiple ways out, and I needed to know what all of them might be.

I even slipped out late at night in the middle of the week to make the rounds in the dark, getting a sense of how it would actually look under cover of night.

And each time, as I contemplated hiding places and running straightaways, I imagined what it would be like to hide there. To run there. What would happen if he caught me.

Throughout campus, I wondered what it would be like to be raped there.

The anticipation of it made me wet. I was still committed to evading him as best I could, but I was distinctly aware of the possible outcomes. Probably the likely outcome, depending on how much Liz could outweigh Sylvia, and what Nikki did to fulfill her whimsy.

But I had named the fantasy for a reason, and the reason was that it turned me on. I knew some people would be repulsed by the things that went through my head—but it was still a fantasy I had, and it made my heart race just to contemplate even playing out.

Needless to say, I would never see campus the same way again after this preparation—and I knew I would definitely not see it the same way after the game.

I also kept an eye on the weather, and it held.

Friday night would be a beautiful, cloudless night with a full moon. It had been a dry week, so we wouldn’t be tromping about in the mud, and the temperature was going to be just right: not too hot, not too cold.

It was as though the universe wanted us to play this game.

I spent much of the day Friday in a horny haze of anticipation. Though the rules hadn’t specified that I couldn’t masturbate since sending them, I hadn’t indulged myself beyond that first night.

When I got back to my dorm room that afternoon, Sylvia was already there, smiling at me. “You ready for this?” she wondered.

“Am I ever,” I confirmed, glancing at the clock. “But I’ll start really worrying after dinner.”

“I told Will not to eat with us this evening,” she said.

My face fell a little. “What? Why?”

“Anticipation, my dear friend. Same reason the husband and bride can’t see each other on the wedding day.”

“That’s a silly tradition that most couples don’t follow.”

She laughed. “I know. But I don’t want any spoilers at this point. The two of you shouldn’t even text the rest of the day, until the game starts.”

I pulled out my phone and opened up my texts to him. “Just one more, to last until then.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything as I typed it out; he replied quickly.

Mary: Love you.

Will: Love you too.

I tucked my phone away and looked at Sylvia.

She just looked back at me. “Homework until dinner? Becky and Liz’re planning on coming over after to play video games, and I can’t imagine Nikki wouldn’t want to join that party. Around eleven, we’ll head over to Will’s dorm, giving you that last bit of time to prepare without us knowing anything. Then, assuming it’s all good, we start playing on schedule.”