Sam swallowed nervously and glanced at Bonnie.

- How it could determine who is playing? She asked, frightened. - How can the game know your name?

“I don't know,” said the young man, stammering, looking cautiously at the board.

- Let's try to do what is written there. This is not dangerous, is it?

Sam glanced at Bonnie, then took from the table the first figure painted in dark blue and put it on cell number 1. The girl followed his example, choosing red as her figure.

- Maybe it's not too late to stop? - asked her boyfriend.

“We can always quit the game,” she said in response. - Throw the dice and see what happens. Are you not interested?

Sam was scared. Incredibly scary. But it was shameful to betray his fear of Bonnie. Taking in his hand two tiny white cubes, with dark dots painted on his face, he shook them in his fist and threw them on the board.

The cubes collided with a wooden surface, jumped and froze a couple of times.

“Four,” Bonnie whispered. - Four points.

The blue figure jerked, and by itself crawled around the playing field in front of the amazed schoolchildren, until it stopped at cell number 4.

The inscriptions on the small plate that Sam still held in his trembling hand suddenly dissolved, and new ones appeared in their place.

- What is it? Bonnie asked. - What is written there.

Sam read out loud:

Sigh calmly, young friend
With you, your luck
Let the eyes be clear,
What are you hiding behind the glass ...

- And what does it mean? - The girl looked questioningly at Sam.

- I do not know ... It is written here ... - He squinted. - What the hell?

- What are you talking about?

The young man jumped on the spot. Everything around me suddenly became blurry and dull. The world dissolved, the outlines of objects blurred.

Sam pulled his glasses with thick ugly lenses off his face and the world suddenly regained its clarity. Heart pounded in the chest. To test his hunch, he again brought his glasses to his eyes and saw through them only blurry spots.

- What are you doing? “Bonnie’s voice seemed frightened, and Sam’s chuckle involuntarily burst out laughing.

“My eyesight,” he said. - It is back. I have not seen so clearly from nine years, and now. - Sam turned his gaze to the girl.

- Is this some joke? Tell me you're kidding me.

- Not. - The young man shook his head and threw the glasses on the table. “This thing said that my eyes would be clear, and then ...”

He looked confused, now at the board, now at Bonnie, and there was a smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” she snapped. - Although, to be honest, without glasses you get more.

“Thank you,” the guy replied, embarrassed.

“It’s even strange to see you without them.”

Sam glanced at the tablet in his hand. The inscriptions on it have changed.

It is the turn to go forward
But remember the law
The one who has already played, he is waiting
Roll Bonnie's dice

— It and my name knows, - the girl seemed shocked.

“Your move,” Sam reminded her. - Try it now you.

After some deliberation, Bonnie lifted the cubes from the board and, holding it a little in her hand, threw them in front of her.

- Two times six! - announced the young man. - And you have a light hand.

“Why,” Bonnie replied smugly.

On Sam's plate, the inscriptions disappeared, but new ones appeared on another — one of those that still lay among the other figures and empty plates.

- Read - asked the guy.

Bonnie's eyes ran down the lines.

How much bile, envy and anger
In your already stained soul
And you whisper to me the abandoned bones
What car is meant for you

Only where there is no love, there is no place for the light.
I will help you, unhappy child
Cast aside your pride, heed advice
Take off your clothes show me all yourself

The eyes of the one who lived in your contempt
Give the beauty of the young body quickly
You will be forgiven from Eneda
If you refuse, you will regret Bonnie Gray

- This makes no sense! - concluded the girl. “Your stupid board just insulted me!” What does this fucking goddess want from me?

“I'm not quite sure,” Sam said quietly. “But it seems she wants you to undress ...” “The young men’s cheeks turn crimson.”

- To whom is it? - Bonnie's eyes flashed viciously. - Before you what?

This time the guy found it necessary to remain silent.

- I think I understood. - The tone of the girl did not bode well. “You purposely invented all this, didn't you?” Admit it! Are these all your tricks, nerd? I thought I was such a fool to lead?

“I ... I ...” Sam did not know what to say. He did not expect such an accusation. - I would never in my life ... This damn thing ... You yourself saw everything! She moves the pieces on the board herself and writes all these messages.

- Fuck you, jerk! I'm leaving! - The girl jumped up from the chair and rushed to the exit. “You'll regret what you did.”

- Bonnie, wait! - Sam darted after her, but she was at the door first, pulled the handle and ... stood on the threshold.

There was no longer a well-groomed green lawn outside, which Sam’s father so diligently watched, there were no neighbors' houses, Miss Parker's car and roads ... There was only emptiness. Black and impenetrable.

- What the hell is going on? Asked Bonnie, in a trembling, thin voice. - Where did the street go? Where are we? She turned to Sam, as if he understood more than her.

As if remembering something, the girl took a cell phone out of her pocket and dialed a number with a trembling hand. She put the phone to her ear, but after a couple of seconds she put it down doomed.

“No access,” Bonnie said softly.

“It seems Eneda wants us to finish the game,” Sam said. “We won't be able to leave if we don't do this.” - The young man looked at the wall clock, showing noon. - The sun sets at nine o'clock. If we do not have time before this time, then we will end.

- How would you know? - the girl attacked him.

- Nowhere! - For the first time, he decided to raise his voice and Bonnie, amazed by his response, fell silent. - So it was said in the rules.

- Isn't that really your tricks?

- Look over the threshold and tell me if I could do something like that?

Bonnie shook her head, for the last time she looked into the black abyss and closed the door.

- You think this thing is not bluffing? Are we really going to be dominated by demons if we don’t get to the end?

“After everything that we have seen today, I tend to trust what is written,” Sam replied, and for Bonnie his words sounded like a sentence.

Tears glittered in her eyes. The young man first saw her so - broken and scared.

“I don't want to play this game anymore,” she said.

- We have no choice.

Sam returned to his chair and sat down at the table. Thoughts in my head mixed in a ball. What will happen to them now? Is all this happening in reality? He didn’t need to get a board from the basement.

He was distracted by a sudden moan escaping Bonnie’s chest. Sam already jumped on the spot. The girl was on her knees, panting and with round eyes looking at the young man.

- What happened? - he asked.

“In-water,” Bonnie pleaded. - Give me water!

The guy immediately jumped up and rushed to the kitchen. He turned on the tap valve, but there was no result. In the refrigerator should be a bottle of mineral water. Sam remembered her at the last moment.

When he returned to the hall, Bonnie was already floundering on the floor, covered in sweat and moaning loudly. He unscrewed the cap, handed the girl a bottle, and she immediately stuck to the neck, absorbing the contents in large and greedy sips. But, apparently, she did not bring relief to her, because when the bottle was half empty, she threw it aside in despair and screamed shrilly.

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