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How Are We Going to Get Out of This?

O ne week later…

Willow

The guards are jumpy tonight. Something’s up. The guys say they’ve never seen anything like it. I’m pretty sure Valor and Braveheart can talk to each other psychically, and I think they’ve been communicating more than usual tonight. Valor knows things, and I’m pretty sure he’s told what he knows, or suspects, to Braveheart.

“You shouldn’t keep secrets,” I scold as we get ready to lie down for bed.

“She should know,” Braveheart says.

I knew something was going on.

Valor rubs his forehead, then spears me with a serious gaze.

“Willow,” he says, then pauses for me to absorb that he’s spoken for the first time in the eleven days I’ve known him. His voice is a rich, deep bass that rumbles through my body, doing strange things to my libido. Although I’ve never before heard him speak, his voice fits his body perfectly. It’s masculine and intimate, as if he’s letting us in on a secret. Which, perhaps, he is.

“Since Braveheart removed the device, my powers have gotten stronger. It’s easier for me to hear things… and know things. They’re preparing for Zedd to arrive tomorrow for the start of The Game . Some of the guards are afraid for their job security. Although I believed you when you said all contestants but the winners died in previous seasons, their fears confirm it. The prison won’t need so many guards if two hundred prisoners don’t make it out alive.”

His handsome soldier’s face, usually so placid when he gazes at me, is sad. He knows what he’s saying terrifies me. When he opens his arms, I run into them. It’s as natural as breathing for me to climb into his lap and let him rock me. He’s so huge, I can imagine for the swiftest moment that by his sheer size alone he can protect me. His presence now, as it always has, soothes me.

“You heard Zedd,” Braveheart says from where he’s sitting on his bed. “Down to Three. We’ll be in a team together. Haven’t we helped you collect the ore? Haven’t we kept you safe from the guards and inmates? Hasn’t Valor healed your wounds every night so you can wake up and do it all again? We’ll do everything we can to keep you safe, Willow. Right, Valor?”

Instead of nodding his head, as he’s done since I’ve known him, he says, “Yes.”

Although we’re talking about life and death concerns, I blurt, “It’s so good to hear your voice, Valor. It’s reassuring, just like everything about you.”

Well, not everything. For the past several days, it’s been hard to ignore that my two cellmates sport hard-ons when they’re close to me. I can feel Valor’s now, pressing against my hip. The three of us have pretended nothing is happening, that nothing has changed. But it has.

One thing is certain, though. Whether their cocks work or they don’t, I can trust these males.

They’ve changed in other ways, too. Some are subtle, like even more muscle definition on abs I thought were already cut to the extreme. If I hadn’t seen Anubis’s teeth get longer, I wouldn’t have believed it, but Bravehearts’ have too, and his voice is deeper.

We hear the door to the outside bang open and it seems like the atmosphere in the cellblock changes. The words, “Miss Zedd,” echo down the hallway. The bitch is back.

Valor may be the one with psychic powers, but I can feel the tension in the cellblock ratchet up ten notches. Although I can’t quite make out what they’re saying, by the tone of their voices, I can hear the guards’ fawning voices as they respond to Zedd’s orders.

She stops at every cell as she makes her way down the cellblock. When she arrives at Kalletta’s cell next door, Zedd looks at the male who pawed my boob and his spindly, insectoid roommate, then consults her pad. “These two with this female.” She shows her computer pad to the captain of the guards and points with a perfectly manicured cobalt blue nail which matches her pantsuit.

Then she turns her attention to the three of us. We’re all on our feet, standing with our backs against the rock wall as each previous cell was instructed. A feral smile lights her face. Interesting how she can smile without a speck of warmth.

“You three. Geneslaves and a human. It’s a bad combination. They managed to win the last Game, despite my attempts to sabotage them. Oops,” she says coyly, “I probably shouldn’t have admitted such a thing in front of witnesses.”

She scrolls through her pad, looking for something. Is she going to separate us? No! That can’t happen!

“I’m going to put her,” she says with disdain, “with…” She looks around and points to Gronk, the masturbator, and then a picture on her screen. “The two geneslaves can have…” She scrolls for a moment, her lips pursed. “This one.”

She turns her attention to Melch next door and her entourage follows her.

We’re a threesome. My two guys promised to protect me. Out of anyone in this hellhole, they actually might have the skillset to keep us alive. I certainly have nothing to offer the team.

She’s paired me with the furry white masturbator? He heard what Zedd said. He’s staring straight at me and palming himself with a smug look on his face.

“You can keep my cock warm while we play her game,” he calls to me, then makes kissing noises. Obviously, he has no idea what happens to everyone who plays Zedd’s games.

How am I going to escape this?