'Let's play a game of truth and dare, Theo,' I suggested. Nodding in excitement, he sent a rule with the words "Right, I pick truth, you pick dare and I tell you anything you ask, if not, you go ball with us three." He's seriously wicked, and I don't want to go ball with them. As I never accept dares as I typically pick truth, why on earth did I suggest this stupid game? "Fiona, I never suspected you were a coward," he said, smiling evilly. "Now that pride was on the line, let us spin the bottle and see who wins," he said.
Having the chance, to begin with, his dare, he gave the task to go into the forest and come back. As if it was child's play, I laughed when the dare was made. I finished my task and returned to my camp. I then had the chance to ask him, "Theo, who was that woman
