Page 93 of The Death Games


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My limbs barely responded, each attempt at movement more pitiful than the last.

Closing my eyes did little to alleviate the pain.

It only amplified the sounds, each one a chilling reminder of our grim reality.

The soft rustling of clothes, a muffled sob, the cruel laughter of Krexar.

They all combined into a horrifying symphony that played to my worst fears.

But nothing was worse than the feeling of utter helplessness.

The realization that I couldn’t save her from this nightmare.

A burst of anger surged through me, giving me a fleeting moment of clarity and strength.

I managed to raise my head, catching Krexar’s eye.

There was a smug satisfaction in his gaze, a look that said he’d won.

But my anger was not for him.

It was for myself, for letting us get into this situation, for not being able to fight back.

But then, another sound joined the macabre concert — the heavy, deliberate footfalls of the monster.

Hope, faint and distant, fluttered in my chest.

If that creature reached us, it might distract Krexar long enough for us to give Riley a fighting chance of escape.

The steady thudding grew louder, drawing closer with every second.

I tried to shout, to warn Krexar, but my voice was a mere rasp, barely audible above the chaos.

My vision, already clouded by the poison, began to tunnel.

Darkness crept in, threatening to pull me under.

Then, Riley’s scream cut through the air, piercing and clear.

My heart seized.

Was it a cry of pain?

Despair?

But when I focused all my energy on trying to see her, I caught a glimpse of her face, twisted in both fear and determination.

She wasn’t giving up.

She had a plan.

I felt a rush of pride and admiration for her.

Even in the most dire of situations, Riley was thinking, strategizing, fighting.

It was one of the many reasons I had fallen so deeply in love with her.

Even now, chained and poisoned, I would do anything for her.

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