Page 27 of Game of Revenge

“No, why are you doing this? Where am I? I have money. I'll pay you to take me back home,” he begs, and Tray pulls out a stopwatch, starting his time.

“Tick tock, there goes the clock,” he mutters, and I laugh.

“I was hoping you'd run. It would be more fun,” I say with a pout.

“Fuck, you're insane,” he shouts, then uses a tree stump to pull himself off the ground.

His ankle is busted to hell, and he cries when he puts pressure on it.

“Please. I swear, I'll pay you anything you want,” he begs, then hisses, taking a few steps away from us.

We slowly follow him, and I can tell the moment he realizes we aren't playing.

Turning around, he tries to run off but having to drag his ankle behind him is making it awkward.

“I don't think this is going to be much of a thrill,” I comment as we watch him wobble, still following a few paces behind him.

When we reach the tree with Brian's smiling face staring back at us, I've had enough.

It's time for this dickhead to feel the same amount of misery and pain my sweet guy felt.

Lifting my bat, I swing it hard, aiming for his torso.

Making a perfect hit, he curls into himself, gasping.

Glancing at the guys, I nod, giving them the okay to start their hits.

“Avoid the head. I have plans for it,” I murmur as Craig begins to wail and plead louder.

“Did Brian beg for mercy? Did he cry and plead for you to stop,” I growl, crouching over him so he can hear me clearly.

Someone screams in the distance, and I laugh.

“Please,” he gasps as Tray starts to kick the ever loving shit out of his dick. A musty sour smell fills the air, and I grimace.

“Did you really piss yourself, you worthless sack of shit?”

Moving away, I wait for my turn and when he's gasping for air, his breaths getting weaker, I step closer.

“Lift him for me. I want him to look into my eyes when I end his life.”

Tray and Meyers raise him onto his feet, and I remove the mask, making sure he sees who I really am.

“Brian was innocent. You killed him for loving me, and now that's going to cost you your miserable life. But don't worry you won't be alone in Hell for long. Hear those screams? Your little teammates and playmates will be joining you soon.”

Dropping the bat onto the ground, I reach into my pocket and pull my knife out, flicking it open.

It's not as fancy as the ones Blakely just got, but it'll do the job. Giving him a smile I run the tip from his eyes down to his cheek, but I don't cut him.

I love the way he shakes in fear from the unknown of what I might do.

“Please, don't,” he whispers.

“Say sorry,” I growl. “Apologize to Brian for what you did.”

I give him a chance, but he doesn't say anything. Looking over my shoulder, he smirks.

“Brian had it coming for years, my only regret is not taking out his homosexual ass in high school.”

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