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He held me up, his thrusts keeping a steady pace as he let me ride every second of ecstasy. Then, when it became too much for him, he pulled out of me, letting me go as he took a step back. I panted through the aftershocks of my orgasm as I watched him take his cock in his hand and give it one, two pumps, and then he came, in hot white spurts. The sight of him holding himself, coming like that, it made me feral all over again.
“That’s so…” I gasped, my breathing still unsteady. “Fucking hot.”
“And it’s all for you.” He smirked as he stood there with his cock in his hand, staring at me. “This is what you do to me.”
I grinned back at him, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. And then, like a strike of doom straight from hell, the lights went out, bathing us in darkness.
“What the fuck?” Will cursed, reaching forward to pull me to him.
“This is the start of our punishment, isn’t it,” I stated, and I was right.
* * *
We don’t know exactly how long he kept the lights off, but we knew it was more than a day. No food or drink was sent through the door.
Nothing.
Our punishment for Will flouting the rules was a taste of what he thought we had to come—eternal darkness. But all it did was make us more determined to fight. Will had said that getting fed showed he wanted to keep us alive.
He’d stopped doing that now.
And so, we both agreed, the next time we left this room, we were never coming back, no matter what the outcome was. There was more than one way to be a winner at his games, and we weren’t losers.
ChapterTwenty-Two
WILL
“Good morning, players.”
The lights suddenly flashed on, making us both wince at the brightness we weren’t used to. A brightness we hadn’t experienced for days. We were tired, our bodies were weak, suffering from the lack of food and water. Our instincts weren’t as sharp as we’d want them to be.
I rubbed my eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the light as we both sat up.
“Today’s the day,” the fucking mechanical voice announced from the corner of the room. “The day the pieces start slotting into place.”
We couldn’t give a fuck what he was saying. We were disorientated, agitated, more bothered about surviving the next hour without passing out than what tasks he had set up for us.
“I know you’re not quite yourselves,” he continued, and I peered up at the screen. The Ghostface mask from the Scream movies he was wearing to hide his identity made no impact. I was starving, light-headed, and my concentration was at an all-time low.
“But you deserved that punishment. Don’t you agree? I hope you’ve learnt from it.”
I wanted to say something, tell him I had learnt and I was done with his shit, but nothing came out. I didn’t even have the drive or the energy to cuss him.
“I’ll give you a moment to compose yourselves, prepare yourselves for what I have in store today. But remember… you play by the rules. When that door opens, you will leave. You will do as I say. And if you don’t, then today, you will die. Both of you.”
The TV went black as it cut off, and I sat in a daze. The words he’d used to threaten us felt pointless. Like paper arrows hurtling into a flaming fire. I already felt like I was on a journey, halfway to hell. Whatever he had planned, it made no difference.
“We’ll get through this,” Bee stated quietly beside me. “We can’t let him win.”
I didn’t reply, and when the hatch opened and two water bottles rolled in, followed by bread and butter, she added, “See… food and drink. You said it yourself, if he’s feeding us, giving us water, he doesn’t want us to die. There’s still hope. He wants us alive, and if we’re still breathing, there’s always hope.”
I grabbed the water bottles and passed one to her. We’d gone past the whole me tasting everything before her phase. We’d been here long enough to get over that.
I put the paper plate of bread and butter on the mattress between us, and we both grabbed a slice, taking huge bites to try and counter the painful hunger we felt deep in our stomachs.
I chewed and swallowed way too fast, and the bread got lodged in my dry throat. So I twisted the top off the water bottle and gulped, trying to dislodge it.
Barely a minute had gone by and we’d wolfed down every crumb from that plate and drained our water bottles.
