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“What’s yours then?” She shoves her hand on her hip.

I ignore her and turn it off, but as I press the button again, it vibrates harder. And again. After the fourth one, it stops.

As embarrassment heats my cheeks, I move away from the table.

The other two girls are now ripping candy off the wall.

“They really shouldn’t eat all that sugar. They keep up with that, they’ll be bulging out of these.” Tara pulls on her leather straps over her pink bra.

“Why does it matter what they eat? Now of all times? It isn’t going to matter in a grave,” I say coolly.

She shrugs, and I step away from her and head to the back wall that’s covered in jelly sweets. Picking one off, I shove it in my mouth.

If I’m going to die here, I’ll eat what I want.

Damn, that’s amazing.

God, I needed the sugar. So I grab another one, this time a red and green gummy worm.

Just as I take the last bite, I notice the guards position themselves in a line in front of the wooden door that’s arched with purple flowers.

“It’s now time for the third game to begin,” the deep voice tells us as the door is opened by Richard.

Tara confidently steps forward with her huge dildo proudly in hand.

I fall in line behind her and the two remaining girls behind me.

I look down at my device and close my eyes for a second.

I can do this.

If anything, to beat Tara and wipe that smug grin off her face.

Chapter 46

DECLAN

Alow, genuine laugh rumbles in my chest as I catch Ebony’s muttered curse.

Anal.

Fuck. That would’ve been perfect.

A sly smile curves my mouth as the girls are led into the cream room—walls painted a bland, sterile shade. But there’s nothing neutral about what’s coming next. The game here isn’t about color. It’s about control. About breaking through that final layer of resistance and watching it crack.

Ebony holds the best weapon in the room, and she doesn’t even realize it.

That curve on the tip is designed to shatter a woman from the inside out.

But only if she lets go long enough to use it right.

That’s her problem.

She’s always calculating.

Always locked in her head, planning an escape no one’s offering.

But the look on her face right now… the confusion twisting those sharp features…

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