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Ben responds before I can, his words spoken slowly, carefully. “Be careful where you launch your threats, doll.” Remi turns her head to face Ben, and I lift my torso, looking over her body to see his face. “You see, Cashel here, he doesn’t take kindly to threats. If I were you, I’d choose my words with more caution, not just letting the first thought that springs inside that pretty little head of yours launch from your lips.”
I clear my throat, causing Remi to refocus on me, then lick my lips slowly, noticing how she watches the action. “I wasn’t asking for permission, lass, and by the way you came so fucking hard while being tied up and whipped, something tells me I don’t really need it, do I?” This rattles her and her face grows red making me smile wider. “That’s right. We saw you unravel under the kiss of a whip. I saw your breasts heave and pink nipples tighten with desire. I smelled your release, heard the wetness of your slutty little cunt as you ground your pussy along the shaft of a cane to get yourself off, and watched you come not once—but twice. Isawyou tonight. You can’t hide from us, from me. Not anymore.”
Remington takes a breath but quickly snaps her mouth shut as the nurse walks between us. He bends down so we can see his face. “I will be treating your wounds with a healing ointment only because Principal Windsor demands you remain in full health for future games and challenges.” He lowers his voice, accent thickening. “If it were up to me, youhijueputaswouldbe left to suffer for that bullshit attempt you pulled in the arena.”
He stands back up and turns his back to me, facing my little doll. He squirts something into his palm, rubs his hands together, then smears the substance along her back. Remi grunts and groans, her eyes clenched shut and her hands balled into fists. Whatever it is, it fucking hurts.
She hisses loudly as he moves on to the backs of her thighs, thumbs brazenly skimming the bottom of her ass. She wriggles from the pain but the movements excite me, the tension in her body, the grimace on her face, the way her muscles grow taut as she bears the aggressive touching of his wandering hands.
Soon, it will be my hands exploring her and nobody else.
The so-called nurse shifts to me, squeezing a generous amount of ointment into his hands as Remington’s body finally relaxes. I do my best not to make a sound as he rubs the marks of the cane but an agonized grunt comes out anyway.
“Can’t handle the pain, big boy?” Remington taunts.
I grit my teeth. “Only if you come to kiss it better.”
She scoffs as a guard adjusts her restraints, freeing her legs and binding her arms behind her again. The guard pulls Remi up and at the sight of her bouncing tits, I forget all about the painful welts along the backs of my legs or the whip’s lashing stinging on the tip of my dick. I’m consumed with dark thoughts, images of her on her knees with my cock shoved down her throat, or hanging from a wall with my face buried between her legs.
And I hate it—hate how she consumes my thoughts—how a vision of her naked and spread seems to seep all logic from my brain. I flick my eyes to her, making sure she hears malice in my voice. “Watch your back, Remington Radcliffe. Because like it or not, Ben and I are coming for you. We’ll have you begging by the end.”
As Remi is hauled away, my desire for her grows with the distance between us.
“She doesn’t know who she’s fucking with,” Ben whispers, hissing as ointment is spread along his skin. “All we need is one shot, one fucking night to ruin her.”
“It will make conquering her that much sweeter. We’ll even give her a deal—two of us for the price of one.”
* * *
Ben and I arrive back in our small and simple dorm, the close walls feeling as if they’re closing in on me. A set of bunk beds rests on one wall, and across from that is a small, round table and two chairs. The cinder block walls are painted in an off-putting yellow, accented by forest green bedding. Old, black and white tile make up the floor, much of it cracked or missing entirely.
There are no windows but it does have two doors—one leading outside to the hallway and the other to a bathroom with a toilet and sink. Showers, it seems, are always to be had in the shared bathroom where privacy is a hope and exploitation is the norm. Pity only Ben and I were there tonight. My cock could have used a good release while staring at a naked woman.
I sit gingerly on the bottom bunk, but quickly roll to my side, my lashings screaming at the pressure of even the soft bedding. “So, what’s the plan?”
Ben paces back and forth, his hands balled into fists. “I’m not sure yet, but this needs to be a calculated move, Cash. No more of your impulsive shit, understand me? We have to hit Vaughn where it hurts.”
“Remington?”
Ben shakes his head. “Maybe Bianca. Remington said he was her boyfriend during the fight, and he did exonerate Bianca from punishment.”
“Which is fucking bullshit,” I growl, and Ben stops, leveling me with a glare.
“Not as much bullshit as us not fighting in the pit,” he retorts. “It was a stupid move, and now The Gallery has set its sights on us.”
I chew on a fingernail. “You can’t know that for sure.”
Ben crosses his arms over his chest, muscles bulging, making him look like that bulky werewolf from that one movie where the vampires glittered. “Idoknow for sure.” He taps on his chest. “Wewere chosen to battle. Amongst all the students here at Bitterwood, you and I were chosen. If that doesn’t spell it out plainly then I don’t know what will.”
I wave him off. “Pure coincidence.”
Ben tugs on his ear and belts out an aggravated shout. “Open your fucking eyes, Cashel! We don’t have the upper hand here. We don’t know fucking shit, even if you pretend you do. We’re best friends, and someone in The Gallery knows it.”
“And what about the girls, then?” I counter. “It’s obvious they hate each other.”
Ben grins, a knowing look sparkling in his eyes. “But they have something in common—Vaughn.” He smiles wider and moves to lie down next to me, propping his head up with his elbow. “Think about it, he saved Bianca—”
“But what about Remington? It’s clear she and Vaughn are strangers.”
