Page 40 of Their Dangerous Game

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PESTILENCE (Eli):

You two wouldn’t be able to keep it in your pants

But I would *winky face emoji*

DEATH (Luke):

Harper can decide when that happens

Go to sleep

I glance over at Luke and his eyes lock on mine. He’s giving me a choice. What will that cost me? My previous choice meant I stripped naked for them. Is this still part of the punishment?

Ugh.

Me:

Can someone give me a list of what will get me punished?

DEATH (Luke):

Want more?

Me:

Can’t avoid what I don’t know

DEATH (Luke):

You have a single command: We own you

That doesn’t clear anything up. But I guess if I don’t do anything to piss them off, I’ll breeze through this. I set my phone back on its charger and turn off my lamp.

I watch as their screens all darken, except Eli’s. He’s still reading. If I knew my enemy better, I could figure out how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the information I do have is so I can hide from them. I doubt watching them sleep will give me much information, but maybe with time, they’ll forget about the cameras being on and let something slip.

Movement catches my eye, and I look at Caden’s screen. He’s covered by his sheet, but the rhythmic movement beneaththe sheet is hard to miss. I can make out his profile. His lips are slightly parted as he strokes himself, slow and steady. That pulsing starts between my legs again.

I slip my hand down between my thighs and press against the throbbing. My phone vibrates. A direct message comes in.

PESTILENCE (Eli):

Don’t touch what’s ours, kitten

My gaze flicks to Eli, who still has his lamp on. His dark eyes are on me.

PESTILENCE (Eli):

If you need relief, you have four willing men available and willing to service your needs

If you touch what’s ours, you will be punished

Me:

So I’m not supposed to touch myself?

PESTILENCE (Eli):

No, kitten. Not your pert breasts. Not your wet pussy. Those are ours now

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