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Like hell my father would be getting my body. They might as well ship me to a fucking Applebee’s.
There were three kinds of people who entered the Devil’s Playground: The desperate, like me, who needed the money bad enough to risk being murdered for it. The foolish, who hoped to obtain some kind of infamy by participating. Sadists, people who wanted to hurt as many people as they could before the timer was up.
How fucking humiliating to be here because I needed the money.
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 sounded like another opportunity for Dylan to get his dick wet and for me to spend another two and a half minutes pretending that submitting to an overgrown Mr. Potato Head was remotely stimulating.
“Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit.
“Seems like you really want to be used by me. Isn’t that right, Killer Kohl?”
“Fucking greedy little whore,” I snarled. “You think you have the right to touch me?” There was a pause before they answered, their voice quivering with need. “No.” “No what?” “No, my goddess.”
“Show me how wet I make you,” I ordered. “Show me how twisted and fucked up that head of yours really is… How bad you want me even as I tell you how worthless you are.”
first I was going to make sure I got an orgasm out of it. A girl had to have priorities after all.
“Beg,” I demanded. “Beg for me, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you for the time being.”
“Please forgive me, goddess,” they begged, their voice husky. “Please. I’ll do anything. Make me your fuck toy. Destroy me in front of the entire world. I don’t care who sees, as long as you forgive me.”
“Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”
“Never,” I said, making quick work of dragging my brother’s dead body to the water. I could never hate her. I could hate myself, but never her.
“You got this,” I vowed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Remember? I’ll give my life for yours? And that includes making it out of here with more money than you’ve ever dreamed of. It’s me and you, forget about everyone else.”
I tucked a finger under their chin, my thumb brushing against their lower lip. “Looks like you can be trained after all, kitten. Good boy.” Kohl shivered, turning their head to kiss my palm. “Thank you, my goddess.”
I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left. They were mine. And no one, not even the gamemakers, could change that.
