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A ll inside me is screaming to run after Aria. I can practically feel the excitement and adrenaline boil from her body, and I know she’s not thinking straight. Yes, all of this is a game. But even so, the prey have weapons. Real ones, she can fucking die in an instant if she’s not careful enough.

I just know this will come to bite me in the ass. Arlo told me to move her from here, and I did the opposite — I let her run free, chasing the prey with no supervision. It’s not that I’m doubting her skills; I know that Hudson and Noelle have taught her well.

I’m fucking terrified she’ll be reckless enough and get hurt. She’s the kind of person to get so absorbed that she won’t notice someone approaching her. It makes my stomach twist and turn in agony, the mere thought of someone ambushing her.

But I can’t run after her.

I have to stay put and deal with these bastards.

Of-fucking-course, they don’t come at me one at a time. Bullets start flying around, and immediately, I’m pissed. This just means that I’ll have to kill them immediately, or at least two of them, and save one to toy around with.

They’re clearly not used to wielding guns, as their bullets go astray in every direction except me. With a deep laugh, I aim my gun and start shooting. It’s dark to see properly, but that’s half of the fun. Maybe I’ll just wound them. Maybe it’ll be a clean shot between their eyes.

Who knows?

As my gun goes off, one of them falls down. It’s still alive, but it’s on the ground, whimpering and groaning in pain. The bullet doesn’t seem to be fatal, since I can see it squirming and trying to sit up. My eyes move to the next one.

The blazer on me is too fucking tight. I’m pretty sure it’s already snapped in a spot or two. I duck down, the bullet missing me by barely an inch. It only makes the excitement pump more in my veins, my entire body feeling on fire.

One of them tries sneaking up behind me. I push my elbow, successfully hitting its side. I don’t give it enough time to recover and put a bullet right between its eyes. The blood splashes, coating my mask. I wipe it on the back of my palm and carry on to the last one.

Oh.

Would you look at that?

The pathetic little pest passed out from fear. A chuckle slips from me, and I shake my head. How fucking predictable. This happens at least once or twice every time. Arlo and I made a bet, with me betting that there’d be at least one prey fainting and him being overly confident that it can’t possibly happen again.

I’m about five hundred bucks richer.

I put a bullet through its skull, then turn my attention to the one still whimpering in pain, struggling to sit up straight.

My hands reach to loosen my tie, then I toss the fucking blazer to the side. I crouch down next to it, realizing it’s a man, roughly my age. A stench fills my nose, and I suppress the urge to gag, only to realize that the motherfucker pissed himself from sheer fear.

A lazy smile is on my face.

“Well, well, well,’’ I chuckle, shaking my head. “Someone’s scared, eh?”

My eyes skim over his pathetic face and then locate the wound. It’s on his side, though by the looks of it, the bullet barely grazed him. There’s no need for him to be whimpering in pain. With the barrel of my gun, I press into the wound, watching his face morph into twisted agony.

A shiver of pure thrill runs down my body when he cries out in pain, eyes snapping shut for a moment. I swallow thickly, then grip his throat roughly. The number on his shirt is one, which makes my eyes narrow.

Arlo always marks them from worst to least bad, so to speak. Number one means worst of the worst, and I don’t have to ask for his name to know who he is. Nathan Wright, who bribed the judge into a lighter sentence. His family is fairly influential in that part of the country, so he managed to pay his way out of prison.

He was found guilty of assaulting four women in a span of four months, the youngest being fifteen years old. And judging by the way he’s looking at me, he knows that I know. He knows he’s fucked up and that no amount of bribing will get him out of this situation.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“If you’re going to beg, don’t.’’ I can see him tremble. “I’m not going to go easy on you. Unfortunately, I only have a knife and a gun, so cutting off your limbs isn’t possible. However, I can make it just as painful.’’

“Please.’’

Anger rises inside me, and I use the back of the head of the gun to hit the side of his face. He falls back down, and I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth, already annoyed with the motherfucker.

“Can you not listen? I told you not to fucking beg!”

I pull out the knife, then stop listening to his desperate pleas. I’m not sure what I’m doing; I’m just allowing my body to completely take over. He tries to fight it, but once I break his wrist, he focuses on that pain instead of trying to push me off him.

I’m not a small man.

Even if he weren’t injured, the chances of successfully pushing me off his body would be zero.

I tear open his shirt, cutting his flesh. At first, the wounds are superficial, only enough to make him bleed. But why stop there? No, I’m too bloodthirsty to let him off the hook so easily. All of the knives were sharpened to perfection prior to the games, so slicing inside his body is fairly easy.

He’s writhing beneath me, and I use my knee, pressing it against his crotch to keep him down. One of his wrists is broken, and the other one is too weak, trembling, to push me off. With a grin that he cannot see under the mask, I gash inside his chest and pull the knife downward to his stomach.

I’m not sure when he dies. All I know is that it hurts, for sure. I don’t stop, even after I see his organs. If anything, I destroy every single one, especially the motherfucker’s heart. Sadly, by then he’s long dead, but I know that it was a painful death.

Just what he deserves.

By the time I’m done with him, the white shirt is soaked with his blood. My breathing is heavy, and I toss the knife aside, sitting down. My eyes close for a couple of minutes, letting me enjoy the bliss of his blood on my hands.

My ears perk when I hear Aria’s manic laughter, and immediately, I’m on my feet. I grab the knife, tuck it behind my back alongside the gun, and make my way toward the sound. Meanwhile, no one seems to be around.

Arlo and Blair must be having the time of their lives somewhere in the forest, and somehow, while walking toward where Aria is, I have a feeling that when I saw her killing that man on camera,it will not be able to compare to what she’s doing now.

Once I reach her, my theory is proven right.

I stand in the shadows, observing her silently.

Even with her dark clothes, I can tell that they’re completely soaked in blood. She’s moving in a frenzy, and that alone makes my cock rock hard.

But this scene… it’s something I’ll never be able to forget. It’s going to remain forever engraved in my mind, like the sweetest sin that Aria represents. She’s all I want, all I’m craving. Just like she’s craving more blood, I’m craving to fuck her while she’s soaked in it.

My hand moves before I can stop it. My zipper makes no noise as I pull it down, slowly pulling my cock out. I wrap my hand around the base, giving it a tight squeeze, the precum dripping onto my palm. Fuck, I don’t remember the last time I was this hard.

Aria is nearby. There’s a woman dead next to her, but that’s not what my focus is on. One of the prey requested a machete as their weapon. Right now, Aria is using it to absolutely destroy the fucker’s body.

A low groan slips from me as I tug on my cock, moving my hand up and down. I’m no one-minute man, but this scene alone is enough to make me cum within a second.

The man… is unrecognizable. The slashes and wounds on him are gruesome. Aria isn’t stopping. She isn’t even noticing me. She continues to bash in his skull with the machete, the blade entirely covered in a crimson shade, the liquid dripping.

The hottest thing?

There are perhaps a couple of spots on her face that aren’t covered in blood. Her eyes are wide, completely deprived of humanity. The most bone-chilling smile is on her face, and a few droplets of blood splash on her white teeth.

My cock twitches at the sight, my balls tightening as I continue to stroke myself. And the moment I hear her laugh loudly, the sound mixing with the sound of a machete cutting through the remains of what used to be a prey, I cum.

My cum fills my palm, and a low hiss slips from my mouth as I realize what I’d just done. My breathing is shallow as I continue to soak in the scene in front of me, feeling absolutely fucking thrilled by this entire thing.

I wipe the excess on my pants, then tuck myself back in. I made no move to approach her yet. Instead, I continue to stare, my heart slightly fluttering at the sight. She takes a moment to herself, grabbing the hem of her hoodie to wipe some of the blood from her face.

She doesn’t get much off, since half of it’s dried, but it makes it all more clear to me. We should’ve let Aria do this fucking sooner.

Soon enough, she drops the machete to the ground, panting and breathing heavily. She slumps down, lying on the grass and trying to catch her breath. Another couple of giggles slip from her lips, and a smirk tugs on the corner of mine.

My feet move on their own accord, approaching her. I’m not trying to be silent. Fuck, I want her to know that I’m there. She freezes momentarily, then relaxes. She props herself on her elbows, giving me the widest grin.

“Little bunny,’’ I chuckle. I stand over her, moving so that my legs are on each side of her waist. If I pulled my pants down, my cock would be right in front of her blood-stained lips. “Having fun?”

Aria laughs, then lays back down. “Fun? You have no idea. This is one of the best nights in my entire life. And it beats what happened in Vegas last summer.’’

My brows narrow. “What happened in Vegas last summer?”

Her eyes flicker upward to me, and she smirks. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’’

The answer doesn’t satisfy me. I bend down, grip her by her forearms, and pull her upward into a standing position. She lets me, seemingly amused by the situation. Oh, I’m about to fuck this attitude out of her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little bunny,’’ I murmured.

She raises a brow, cocking her head to the side. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because your witty answers are pissing the fuck out of me. And it makes me want to let you run, like the little bunny you are, then fuck you — violate you until you’re screaming my name.’’

Her face falters momentarily. The amusement is gone from her face, and a flash of lust appears behind those gorgeous blue eyes. Her mouth parts a little, and it’s taking all willpower not to shove my cock inside. Instead, I let her absorb the information.

She trembles in my arms, then gives me a faint smirk.

“Do it then.’’

“Pick your safe word, bunny. Because that’s the only way I’ll stop. Otherwise, I’m not stopping until you’re filled with my cum in every single hole.’’