Page 20 of Ready Or Not

He gives me a cold stare.

“Fuck you, Manson Kennedy,” I hiss.

His gaze doesn’t change. “Fuckyou, Riley Kennedy.”

“That’s not my name.” I try to yank away from him.

“It will be, one day.” And with that, Manson jerks me to him, kisses my lips, then snatches the poison. “I said no. And one day, you’ll learn to obey me. Until then, I’ll have fun punishing you.”

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“Please. Just let me go home.” I stare at Manson moving around in the kitchen. He took a picture of me at gunpoint, messed around on his phone, and then got up to make us drinks like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I eye the area of the house Manson originally came from. It looks like there’s a living room with stairs going up, but it’s dark.

“You said you’d let me go.”

Manson doesn’t even glance back.

I stand. My legs are still shaky, and I still feel sick from the pills I took. I curse myself again for taking them.

Manson turns back around, three solo cups in his hands.

I freeze.

Manson merely raises an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t suggest running. You’ll puke all over my floors. Again.”

I glare at him. “Let me go.”

“We’re gonna play a game.” He puts the cups down on the coffee table. They’re full of some sort of red liquid.

I take a step back.

“It’s fruit punch.” Manson shakes his head. “I don’t want you getting sick and making more of a mess. Drink it. You need the sugar.”

The man’s eyes are eerily blank. There’s no expression in them at all.

I narrow my eyes. “What’s the game?”

A corner of Manson’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. “Russian roulette.”

“Fuck no.” Adrenaline runs through me. I need to get out of here. I know he has a gun, and I have to go. Running is less dangerous than staying here.

Just as I dart up, there’s the sound of a door slamming back in the house.

Manson smirks.

A shadowy figure in a biker helmet stalks to the living room. She yanks the helmet off her head and snaps, “Rachel, come here.”

It’s Riley.

I’m frozen. Which is the lesser of two evils?

“Rachel,” Riley snaps.

Stiffly, I move her way without taking my eyes off Manson. He just watches Riley.

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