Page 120 of Inferno

With a huff, I pick up the picture and study it. Easy.

Two D’s connected at the line and a couple of swirls.

My tattoos are far more intricate. I place the paper back down and put on my blindfold, picking up the blade before my vision goes dark.

“You were meant to wait for me to do the blindfold and hand you the knife,” a low voice grumbles in my ear.

I stiffen. Shit.

“I’m sorry.”

He grunts, and my stomach drops. Like any war, you need allies. Richard doesn’t seem to hate me, in fact, he’s helping me.

While I wait, with my left index finger, I practice on my right thigh the shape of the tattoo on my skin.

They never specified how large. An inch should do it.

About the same size as these guard’s cocks, most likely.

A few minutes pass, and I hear my guy clear his throat in front of me and then his heavy footsteps.

I wish the girl next to me would stop hyperventilating. I want to assess my surroundings, not listen to her gasp for air.

“I-I can’t,” she whimpers.

“Can I start?” I say loud enough for my guard.

“No. We wait,” he grunts back.

“You can do it,” her guard tells her under his breath, and she starts to sob.

“I don’t like blood. I’ll pass out,” she whines, and I tighten my grip on the handle of my blade.

I want this over with.

“The knife is sharp enough you won’t feel it too bad. And you have a blindfold on, you won’t see it,” I tell her, trying to hide the irritation in my voice.

“But, if it looks ugly, I’ll never be able to post it on my social media. I’ll lose so many followers.”

I choke, a rattling cough seizing my throat and stealing my breath.

Is she serious?

“How do you plan on posting from the grave?” I say coolly.

My guard chuckles and shivers run down my spine.

She’s the girl I want to be up against in the final. If I can get her there, this will be an easy win.

“Do it small,” I whisper.

The room falls back into silence, and I steady my breathing to calm down.

“You have five minutes. Starting now,” the distorted voice commands.

I jump in my seat as my toy comes to life. The low vibrations make me squirm painfully on my seat. I swear my lack of sight is heightening everything.

“Oh, shit.” I almost jump out of my seat as the suction part on my clit turns on.

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