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Since begging didn’t work, I'll have to go with my next plan. And I hope like hell it works because I need out of this nightmare.
Did I love my life before? No. Not even a little but it was the easiest I had ever known.
It's always been survive now, live later.
Now it seems I won’t be able to do either.
Chapter 8
“Of all sadwords of tongue or pen, the saddest are these - It might have been.” - John Greenleaf Whittier.
I wake in confusion.It's cold and my bed is suddenly hard as a rock. As if I'm lying on the floor. I blink my eyes open, landing on the four men who sit across from me in the dungeon. That's right, it's the fifteenth. The great hunt. The men watch meclosely, calculating every tiny move I make. I tilt my head at them, wondering what they're in for. They're dressed immaculate, all white-collars s with askew ties and crumpled shirts. Their loafers will not make it in this game, but I doubt they woke up thinking they would find themselves being hunted by a sadistic prick. I did know, but I still chose to go to bed in a silk nightgown. It doesn't matter anyways.
Because today is the day I die.
Finally.
I smile at the thought. It's crazy how much you lie to yourself while on medication. I wonder how long I've truly been done living.
The gate raises behind the men who look startled over their shoulders. They look back to me in confusion. "Better run, boys," I wink.
It takes them all of three seconds to take my warning and follow it. I watch as the first one leaves, head exploding and chunks landing on his friends. The men all scream, scrambling in different directions.
I stand, stretching my arms above my head and walk slowly for the exit. I grimace at the dead body but choose to sit down next to it anyways. I cross my legs, leaning back on my hands. I tilt my head up to the sky, inhaling the rays of sun as it falls over my skin. I don’t move when an arrow wizzes by me or even when the three shots land by my hands.
"What the fuck are you doing?" My captor says, jumping down from a tree closeby. Black cargo pants that hug his ass, a nice last view before I die,f I do say so myself.
I shrug. "Waiting to die."
"Excuse me."
"D-I-E."
"Shut the fuck up. What is wrong with you?"
I look up to him, my eyes tracing the rigid muscles that show through his shirt. "When you accept that you don’t want to live, it's easier to surrender. Go ahead." I nod at the bow over his shoulder. "Kill me. Do it now."
He shakes his head, leaning down and gripping my arm to jerk me up. "You're coming with me."
I pout. "That's not fair. You said if you could catch me, you'd kill me."
"Pretty sure I said I'd fuck you, but I'm not doing that either."
My skin heats at his crass words as he drags me behind him. "What are you doing?"
"You'll see." The way my skin freezes with his words makes my stomach twist. Whatever he has planned for me, whatever is about to happen, I feel as if it will change me forever.
He drags me behind a tree with him, the thick brush of a bush giving us a hiding spot. His body is hard and hot against my back. One of his hands sneaks to my inner thigh, clutching it in a possessive grip. Moving my hair to one side of my shoulder he whispers. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
I shake my head frantically as he pushes cold metal into my hand. It's heavy, and the shape is familiar, but it feels foreign in my hand as I clutch it.
"Hmm." He clicks the gun in my hand, removing the safety off. "Rule number one, don't pull the trigger until you have your eyes firmly on the target."
"I can’t kill someone." I shake my head, my hand trembling under the heavy metal.
"Shhhh. You can and you will." His hand flexes on my thigh causing my body to tremble. I have a gun in my hand, a psycho killer behind me and I'm...turned on?
A man appears, one of the ones I woke up next to. Blood lingers across his face, tiny chunks of meat clinging to him. He looks left and right. "This group of men, they prey on children.Forms of abuse you only hear about but never believe. How could someone do that? You always ask yourself, never quite grasping. These men, they don’t question it. They take, break, rape, and torture."
