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The last big game of the football season. Getting my license. Graduation. And now this. Signing up to compete in the Devil’s Playground. The Games, to anyone with half a brain. That’s all they really were anyway—games to entertain the filthy rich and to give the desperate just enough hope to keep going. Keep working. Keep playing. Play hard. Die famous.
If love wasn’t the answer, then violence was my only option. I didn’t care what it did to me on the inside, I could repent later. Tonight, I would feed the monster and then, once I’d made an offering to my goddess, all would be forgiven.
If I was going to go through with this, I was going to need a reminder of why. Her.
“I think they’ll notice the difference between fake and real blood,” he said. The stylist let out a laugh. “Oh don’t worry,” she said, still giggling. “It’s real.”
I couldn’t allow myself to stay the same Kohl who’d promised her I wouldn’t enter. I’d have to be someone—something else entirely. A killer.
Entering the arena as the Kohl pining after a girl who had no idea I was about to throw my life away for her was a death warrant.
oh ur down bad
I couldn’t disappoint her, my goddess was waiting.
It didn’t matter, copycat username or not, that bitch was as good as dead.
uh huh…
I’m coming for you, little rabbit.
She was kind, good in a way the others weren’t. Well, her and Kohl. I flinched away from that train of thought. I didn’t have time to think about them now.
The last event, Truth or Dare, was a high-stakes game of impossible tasks and devastating secrets—and it was invite-only. I’d gotten a red and black sealed envelope earlier that year that I promptly declined. I liked my secrets good and buried, thank you very much.
That position was long filled by the dipshit that’d ruined my fucking life. Hiram Wolff.
Unconsciously, I pulled up the messaging app, clicking Kohl’s contact. Kohl Sorry, gotta bail on our watch plans. I’ll make it up to you. Promise. Don’t do anything stupid.
i’m so confused by this
Dylan. My ex-boyfriend and Kohl’s older brother. Shit.
help this boook is so messy
That was the scary thing about Dylan. He was lethal, and he enjoyed knowing it.
whose this diva
No, I was going to survive this. And then I’d tell them everything. Y’know, like that I’d been in love with them since the day we met. And that I didn’t want them to be a casualty in my fucked-up disaster of a life.
I’m sorry, my goddess. I’m so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you in another way. Hold on for me.
You think I’m some kind of masochist?” Okay, fine, I was. But I only cared to suffer at the hands of one person. My goddess. I’d let her divine vengeance reign on me in any way she pleased.
I wasn’t supposed to have to enter the games out of desperation. It was supposed to be for family honor. Duty. Obligation. My birthright. Fuck that. At least my shitbag mom taught me one thing: how to win.
It was hardly an hour into the match, and here she was, my black rabbit. My goddess had delivered her to me as surely as the sun would rise.
And yet… there was something inside me. Something sick that loved the way she reacted with my every movement. I’d felt the same fear when I was weak and unable to defend myself from the bullies in my life.
“Don’t take this personally, yeah?”
sexy
“Run,” I said in an excited whisper.
Maybe if I’d been a nicer person, my life wouldn’t have turned out like this. Maybe if I had actually tried to change for the better instead of letting the popular girl archetype strip my personality down, I would actually have some semblance of my life back. Karma’s a fucking bitch. Now all I’m known for is the short list of traits that I shared with Regina George and every other high school movie mean girl.
Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if a fucking murder game was where my brother was most comfortable.
I tried not to make a habit of stalking Victoria at school, but it became harder and harder to hold myself back after she started to spend more time at the house with my brother. That useless scumbag didn’t deserve to talk to someone like her,
It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, all these questions about who she was that I didn’t have answers to. Who were her friends? What did she do in her free time? Was she good at school or kind of a slacker?
Shame made my face hot as I headed back into the school, but I already knew I was fucked. Victoria had planted a seed in my mind, and it was growing, slowly causing all my thoughts to revolve around her. My crush was quickly becoming an obsession. And I wasn’t interested in stopping it.
But I knew Kohl. There’s no way that they could’ve killed Jenna, not like that.
oh
If they were in here as a Seeker—I don’t know what I’d do.
BYE
They lied to me. They fucking lied. And now they were going to kill me. This is fucking bullshit.
The little white rabbit. The Ghost that I’d been chasing after this entire time… I knew her. Not only did I know her… she’d single-handedly ruined any other woman for me. Victoria.
No. I’d never meant to hurt her. This was all for her.
I’d do anything for her. Kill anyone for her.
Her eyebrows pulled together and she let out the cutest angry huff.
“My hairstyle choices have nothing to do with you. Fucking self-centered-ass-fuckboy Wolff, Christ!”
BYE
Memories of stolen moments through my mind. Even though the circumstances were different, she was still the same Victoria that that enraptured me, mind, body and soul. My goddess.
Maybe it was her closeness, the smell of the sweat on her skin mixed with the bitter peachy perfume she always wore. Or maybe it was the memory of her writhing against me—begging me not to stop—even if both of us knew we shouldn’t have been doing what we were. Or maybe it was just her. The same Victoria that’d been living in my dreams and haunting my nightmares. The one I yearned for even when she wasn’t supposed to be mine. Ultimately it didn’t matter why I did it. Only that in one moment we were staring at each other and the next I’d crashed my lips to hers.
“God, do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch these?”
The two of us were reflected in the mirrors all around us, covered in blood and looking worse for wear. We were panting, our skin flushed and lips swollen from the intensity of our hurried kisses.
wait can’t the viewers see yall HELEOEJJDOE
“Tell me to stop,” I begged, my voice thick with need. “Please Vic, tell me to stop.”
Kohl. Dylan’s brother and my dirty little secret. Kohl was never a part of the plan. If anything, their presence only complicated things.
They leaned forward, their hands finding the top of the door frame as the corner of their mouth hooked into a grin. “Hi, Vic.” God. All sorts of inappropriate things ran through my head at the tilt of their lips.
“I don’t know why you waste your time with that loser,” they murmured, using their free hand to peel a piece of wet hair away from the side of my face. “You’re worth fifty of Dylan.”
I wanted them. Wanted them more than I’d ever wanted anything. But every moment I fantasized about Kohl was another wasted second where I could be enacting my plan. And as much as I wanted Kohl, revenge was my top priority. At least for now.
“I’m pissed at you,” she admitted after a moment. “I didn’t know it was you,” I said, holding her. “Believe me when I say I would give my life for you, Vic.” It was more than that, but my devotion to her couldn’t be said in words. I wouldn’t just give my life for her. I would throw it away. Mold it into something—anything—she needed it to be.
Everything, every single fucking thing, was for her. My thoughts, my actions, every breath I took all belonged to her. That was my gift to my goddess after everything. A way to show just how much she meant to me, the depths of my devotion.
If my life had to end here to extend hers, I’d do it. No problem.
“Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit. Whether that’s to win the game or throw to me away. Just say the words.”
“Seems like you really want to be used by me. Isn’t that right, Killer Kohl?”
