Page 18 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Pierce Darington-Threats & Games

Twelve hours ago…

Gliding through the water, I swing my arms over my body, pushing myself to move faster across the pool as I do lap after lap.

Practice wasn’t enough for me. This is the only place I can think clearly.

Otherwise, I’ll end up stalking Vee just to see what she is doing or pissing myself off watching Desmond in the piano room.

So the safest place for my mind is in the water.

Those two are becoming a huge distraction, and I need to keep my head in the game. I have a meet next weekend andscouts will be coming to watch me, which will solidify my future in swimming.

Do I want to do this for the rest of my life?

I’m really not sure anymore. I’ve made this sport my life ever since I could swim.

I’ve craved the water day and night. The ocean did nothing for me.

I don’t know if it's the chlorine or just the calm the pool can bring when you’re completely alone.

Some days, I want my future to be something entirely different.

My family being the founders of St. Vincent's University forces me to follow in their footsteps, so if I'm not swimming, then I'm expected to have a job within these brick walls. I’m just not sure it's for me. I can’t picture myself teaching or coaching. I’m just so fucking indecisive.

Pushing my body harder through the water, I change my stroke from freestyle to butterfly and really work my upper body to get across the pool. I do this until I physically can’t lift my arms any longer. Climbing out of the pool, I towel off and head to the locker room for a shower.

As I push the door open, a tattooed hand stops me, gripping my shoulder and spinning me around, pinning me against the door.

“Your mom ever teach you to not touch things that don’t belong to you?” Silas’s deep voice asks with a raised brow. Pushing him off me, I puff out my chest, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate me, even if he does just a little.

“And who belongs to you?” I ask, seeming bored with the conversation. He gets in my face, snarling at me.

“Ivy! That’s who. Stay the fuck away from her! This is the only warning you’re going to get!” he growls, and I smile wide.

“Pretty sure she doesn’t. Maybe all the drugs have made you delusional. Might wanna lay off a bit!” I whisper, taunting him, knowing full well he could kick my ass.

“Oh, she knows who she belongs to, and it ain't you, my friend. Stay the fuck away or all this,” he points around the pool house, “will be gone in the blink of an eye. A dirty test is all I need to hurt your precious future,” he threatens, and my eyes widen.

“Fuck you, Carmichael. The only way I’m staying away from Vee is if she sends me packing, so fuck off,” I spit, then head into the locker room for my shower. Who the fuck does he think he is? Fucking junky prick.

Later that evening, I’m sitting at my desk pissed the fuck off that Vee ditched me, and now, Desmond isn’t answering any of my texts. He knows I hate to wait and I’ve been waiting over two hours for him to show the fuck up.

Logging into my laptop and onto the site that I need, the skull with the red X flashes green while I scroll down the list of videos, watching the previews until I find one that entices me.

Taking out my cock and squirting some lube into my hand, I stroke my length slowly as I watch the screen in front of me.

Seeing the blood seeping from their bodies has my dick hard as fuck.

The man in the skull mask pounds into the naked guy tied to the metal table relentlessly as he slices into his flesh slowly.

Pulling out, he bends down and takes the guy's cock into his mouth, sucking slowly, torturing his victim as he thrashes against the bindings.

He reaches for the long metal rod that's sitting on the little table and inserts it into the guy's asshole, pressing the button on the handle.

The guy's body convulses on the metal slab as the masked man bends down again, taking the guy's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip.

Tightening my grip on my cock, I drag my fist up and down my length, gritting my teeth, wishing I was in the video taking what I want and inflicting all the pain I can give.

Sliding my headphones over my ears, I click the speaker button, and I groan listening to his screams as the man fucks his hole with an electrical rod, sending zaps of electricity every time the guy squirms. Stroking my length, I run my thumb over the tip, wishing Des was here so I could smear it against his sinful lips.

The sounds of pain gets my dick even harder, causing me to pump faster while the man fucks every hole the guy has.

He takes his blade and drags it down the center of the guy's chest to the tip of his dick, creating a masterpiece of intricate lines spelling out ‘Mine.’ Chills run up my spine at the thought of doing that to Desmond and Vee, claiming both of them at the same time with my own blade, solidifying my ownership of them in blood.

Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and picture the scene as I listen to the moans through the headphones, but the screams have me stroking faster.

Tightening my grip, I spread the cum that has gathered at my tip, imagining Vee on her knees licking my slit while Desmond's cock gags the life out of me.

Sounds of blood and choking have my eyes snapping open towards the screen.

The masked man has sliced the guy's throat and is now playing in the blood that has seeped from the wound, coating both of them in crimson.

I damn near cum from the sight alone as my toes curl underneath my desk.

The man jerks his cock and cums along the slice he made across his victim's throat, causing my cock to twitch in my grip.

He smears the tip in the mixture of his cum and blood as the guy chokes and tries to gasp for air that he will never get.

Picking up my pace, jerking my cock faster, the video ends, and I growl.

Slamming my fists against the desk, I grab the mouse and start scrolling for another video.

I need to cum in the worst way possible.

After pages upon pages of subpar videos, I finally find one of a blonde girl tied to a bed while four men slice into her, touching every inch of her skin and making her scream for help.

Licking my lips, I shiver as her back arches off the bed when one of the men flicks her clit while another places clamps on her nipples.

I jerk my cock, watching these masked men bring her body to life.

Just as my balls lift and I’m ready to blow my load, a message pops across my screen, darkening the video.

Growling, I click the message open and read it.

Unknown:

Greetings, little sadist. I have a once in a lifetime offer for you. You must act fast. There’s no time to waste.

Anon45P:

I’m intrigued.

Unknown:

Fantastic. What if I told you I need you to complete a task and as a reward you could have a front-row seat to one of these shows and maybe even partake?

Anon45P:

I’m listening.

Unknown:

Does that pique your interest?

Anon45P:

It does, as long as I remain anonymous.

Unknown:

Of course. Now, are you ready to play? No questions asked. No matter the task, you must complete it in order to be granted access to my show.

Anon45P:

I understand.

I’ve been waiting for a chance to go to one of these shows. I don’t care what I need to do. I just want in.

Another message pops up.

Unknown:

Are you ready, little sadist?Play or be eliminated. Pick your poison .

Clicking play, I’m given my first task.