Page 55 of Blood Day: Part One
A lesson on relaxation.
Why?
To what purpose?
What lesson did he have in store for me next?
I shivered. Something about this game felt more dangerous than any I’d ever played. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to win.
Because passing these lessons might just end in the biggest failure of all.
A dangerous sense of optimism.
A desire to live.
A desire formore.
With Master Cedric.
A future that could never truly be mine, no matter how much I dreamed or fantasized about it.
“Try not to dream. Fantasies don’t exist in your world anymore.”
His words from the other day haunted me as I closed my eyes. This was all a game to him, a way for a predator to play with his food.
I pressed my fingers to my neck, feeling the already healing punctures in my skin. It grounded me in the present, chasing away my hope.
I might have enjoyed the sensations.
But that was all they were—pleasurable reactions to a predator’s bite.
I sort of hoped the marks scarred my skin. I could use the constant reminder.
Because something about Master Cedric made me want to fall.
And if I gave in, I would truly drown.
It wouldn’t be a quick death, but a slow and agonizing torment.
The kind of end that would chase me into the afterlife and haunt my soul.
Maybe that was his goal.
Maybe he wanted me to suffer.
I won’t let that happen, I thought at him, my jaw clenching.I refuse to be easy prey, Master Cedric. If this is a game, then you chose the wrong girl to play against. Because I will fight your mind games until my dying breath. I vow it.
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Cedric
My wrist buzzedas I entered the kitchen closest to my quarters. I glanced down to find a message from Silvano scrolling across my watch.
Of course.
It was like he’d sensed my temporary bout of pleasure and decided to kill it with a summons.
Rolling my eyes, I dismissed the message and started rummaging for food. I’d respond to his request in a day or two. Maybe three.
