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The donors gawk and thrash their heads back and forth.
It makes Killer smile wider. “That’s what I thought. We have a liar on our hands. What should I do?” Killer unsheathes a knife, cutting her tiny bikini top open in the process, showing off her boobs. “She’s caused us to sentence these two perfectly good donors to the Fright Fights.”
“Let me go!” Katie screams, thrashing.
Bodacious Betty grabs hold of the man, jabbing him in the back with her knife, keeping him from interfering.
“Punch her pussy!” a man shouts from his seat.
“Shove your fist up her ass!” another yells.
My heart sinks into my stomach. What the actual fuck.
Killer wags her eyebrows. “You disgusting fools. I like that. But no. I’m going to take her mother-fucking, lying heart!”
Everything happened so fast that I can barely process anything as Killer spins the woman and jabs her blade into her chest hard enough to push her fist through too. Katie’s scream cuts off with the exit of her heart through her back.
The emcee drops the man and cheers along with the fake soundtrack. “Get this bastard too, Killer! He bled on my shoe!”
I frown and glance at Cooper, meeting his gaze. “What the fuck?”
He smirks. “Stupid as fuck, right? It’s staged. Sort of. Lawrence knew their coven was trying to steal donors and set them up.”
I don’t have a chance to ask him more as Killer goes after the man and tosses him toward the middle of the ring. She releases a whistle between her fingers, startling the two donors.
“Get in there and kill him. Show me you are worthy of being mine, boys.” Killer Kassandra materializes behind the male donors and shoves them.
The expression the man from the audience gives when he realizes he is now a part of the show is priceless. There is something incredibly satisfying about watching his smug-ass be put to the test. He rips off his T-shirt and shows off the tattoos winding across his body, shifting and moving with his flexing muscles.
“Are you really going to let these pathetic donors fight for you, Killer Kassandra?” the vampire asks, running and hitting his back to the flexible wires to send him rushing toward the other end of the ring. He sticks his arm through, grabs one of the guys by the throat, and flips him into the arena. “You’re all talk, you blood slave. Lawrence gave me a deal, you know. He fucked you over.”
Killer Kassandra blinks a few times, and I realize she thought she had an advantage when the man has been acting this whole time. And shit. I didn’t see it coming. This performance is chaotic and unbelievable. Twisted and fucked up.
I stare in utter shock as the vampire punches his hand into the donor’s chest and pulls out his heart, taking a bite of it.
I gag and cover my eyes, the fear and disgust of the show getting to me. I can’t believe they just killed a donor like this.
The other donor screams, but I refuse to look. I can’t. I need to get out of here.
Without thinking, I stand up and run. I run faster than I ever have in my life as if Lawrence’s venom bite triggers a side of me that I didn’t know existed and it takes complete control.
“Hayley! Hayley, stop!” Cooper shouts from behind me.
I don’t stop.
I reach the exit of the auditorium and rush into the casino. Lights sparkle and sounds bing through the air, drawing my attention to the slot machines. This place is far from nice. Even the Bella, though the casino has been closed for who knows how long, looks nicer than this. It’s obvious that The Whiskey’s main attraction is neither the Fright Fights nor the casino. There is no one here, really. I wonder if it’s just all the front for the supposed herd that Lawrence keeps with the donors and vampires.
Cooper growls from somewhere behind me. “Hayley!”
I realize I unintentionally slow down, my speed diminishing from crazy, vampire-fast quickness to a normal jog. And now, I’m alone and unprotected. My stupid human fear instincts. They’re going to get me killed. I’m not a fighter. I’ve always been good at fleeing, but running in a vampire establishment is never a smart idea.
Especially in a place like this.
Somebody snatches me by the back of the throat and throws me off my feet. The air knocks from my lungs as I roll across the scratchy carpet until I hit one of the slot machines. A shadow looms over me. I blink my eyes, trying to make out who the fuck just snatched me off my feet, but my eyes water too much. The pain only allows me to release a sob.
“Finder’s keepers. This bitch is mine.” An unfamiliar voice rings through the air. Fingernails bite into my wrists as a man yanks me from the floor and plops me on his shoulder.
Fuck my life. I can feel my ass and damn vagina exposed from underneath my short dress.
