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What they were going to read was that Dylan Wolff had an STI, which probably meant he had cauliflower cock.
Fuck. You. Bitch.
Dylan jerked forward as if to grab my door, but I threw the car into reverse. “I’ll kill you!”
“You can try,” I said snidely. “But if memory serves, your family isn’t very good at finishing the job, douche weasel. Say hi to your daddy for me, Dylan.”
And with that, I was speeding away.
Point Victoria, now I just need to send in my documents, and I’m off to the games.
It’d be pretty fucking hard for Dylan to kill me if I was already dead.
Kohl
I’m sorry, Kohl. A point is a point.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “I got you, just let go.”
My hands gripped onto her hips as she lowered herself, and then with little hesitation, she dropped straight into my arms.
It would be a lie if I said I put her down right away instead of pulling her to me and reveling in the way her body fit perfectly with mine.
I left a kiss on her neck before placing her gently on the ground.
Darkness enveloped us, there were few lights throughout but many were off and the ones that weren’t dimly flickered. There was no evidence that anyone had been here before us, even though we had just seen people enter. And eerier silence spread throughout the tunnel the only thing breaking it was our breathing.
The tunnels themselves were cleaner than above ground and wide enough for multiple people to carry bodies through them. The clanging of metal and the sound of rushing steam echoed throughout, giving me the impression that there may also be some access to the underside of rides.
Water dripped from above, but there was nobody above us, so I wasn’t quite sure where it came from.
We looked around, trying to figure out if we should follow the tunnel that expanded to the right or to the left of us. On the wall there were painted signs, things like “Ferris Wheel,” “House of Mirrors,” and “Merry-go-round,” in legible white letters and arrows pointing in the corresponding directions.
“Rock-paper-scissors?” Vic asked, a playfulness in her tone.
I shook my head and let out a huff of a laugh.
“One time. I win, we go left,” I said.
“Right for me then,” she said and lifted a closed fist. “Ready?” I nodded. “Rock…paper…scisso—”
“Fuck, why are you always so good at that,” I grumbled as Vic knocked her two fingers against my spread-out hand.
“You’re predictable,” she said with a laugh and turned down the hallway leading right. “Come on, pup. No time to waste, we got a game to win.”
We walked the hallways with silent footsteps, pausing every time we heard so much as a rustle.
We passed the underside of the House of Mirrors and Merry-go-round, each having a ladder up to the surface.
It made it startling clear how insane the level of detail the Architects needed to have in order to not only build these, but have them be used over and over again, no matter how the surface changes.
“I’ve never seen these on the streams before,” Vic whispered as we peeked into what I assumed was the underside of a small lake. There were puddles on the floor, the water sparkling in the darkness, and while most of the carve-out was empty, there were some large boxes on pallets that littered the space.
I checked my tracker quickly. I still had a large number of viewers, three hundred thousand, to be exact. Comments were coming in steadily, all of them talking about the tunnels.
“They haven’t shut off our streams yet,” I noted, showing her what I was seeing on my tracker.
“Because we bring in too much money,” she said with a huff. “Do you know how many ads they could fit on yours alone? For three hundredthousandpeople?”
