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I’m coming for you, little rabbit.
wicket
jowls.
“Hiding or seeking?” he repeated, impatience threading his tone. My eyes lingered on his gnarled hands where they clutched my plastic ID card. I didn’t have long to choose. No big deal. It wasn’t like this was life or death or anything. Except that it was.
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.
plucky
Get your head in the fucking game, Kohl.
You were born for this.
Fate either had a wicked sense of humor or a serious hard-on for reluctant murderers.
The games change people, Kohl. It’s like… whoever comes out isn’t who went in. I shook the memory from my mind, staring at the body bag in my hands while I waited to be called.
“Isn’t it just going to look beautiful with all the blood splattered on it?” she asked. “I know there are some fetish viewers out there that would pay big bucks to get a sneak peek under a bloodied skirt.
junket.
The glowing mask felt heavy in my hands, the crossed-out eyes and stretched smiling mouth stared up at me cheerily in the dimly lit waiting area.
stirred to life like a bear from hibernation. Or like a demon crawling out of the pits of hell.
bl@ck_r4bb1t.
copycat username or not, that bitch was as good as dead.
Banff
wh1t3_r4bb1t.
Ugly people were worthless. Uninteresting people were
disposable.
colloquial
Hide and Seek who opted to hide. Either you were dead or invisible. Either way you’d be a Ghost.
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.
lacquered
That’s right, you fucked around and found out, asshole.
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.
ambrosia
There was a film of dust and grime on everything. Overgrown vines running up the booths and cracked concrete underneath our feet.
spinny.
There was something… personal about using your bare hands to kill someone. Something I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle.
altruistic.”
mastectomy
“Fuck, Vic, you’re so tight—” he hissed as he thrust into me over and over again. I’d laid my head on my arms, moaning like there were cameras on. Really, I should’ve won an Oscar for the depth of the performances I’d given over the last couple weeks.
was so close to pinning her to the ground, pulling her hair, and forcing her to watch in the mirrors as I fucked her.
“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.”
I dragged my pussy against their tongue. I looked up to the mirrored ceiling, watching myself as I fucked their face.
Like a queen sitting on her throne. No, like a goddess on her altar.
I groaned when they attacked my clit, not holding back. They sucked, nipped, and licked it until I was positively shaking. “That’s right,” I praised. “Don’t stop sucking. Not ’til I say so.” Fuck, they were good at taking orders. I rewarded them by playing with their clit. They were so slippery, so sensitive, that even after just a few thrums of my fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, their body tensed like they were about to come. “You going to come for me, Kohl?” I purred and they groaned, their pleasure making them even more eager to serve.
“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.”
Nah, I didn’t want to just fuck Vic. I wanted to worship her. To bring her all the pleasure she could imagine and then some.
“Prostrate
I would do anything for you. Don’t you know that?” “Kohl—” “No,” I said quickly. “Let me finish. I would stand by your side even if the goal was to watch the world burn. Fuck, I’d hold the kerosene. Please, just let me in. Whatever, whatever it is, I promise to be the one to help you with it.”
“Beat it, or I blow his brains out,” Vic warned, the sound of her cocking the gun filling the space between us.
