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Her face pales as she tugs on the chains on her wrist.

I pause just as she looks at the camera.

That pain behind her eyes, the same as it was in Italy.

It hits me right in the chest, almost pushing my anger away.

“Who is hurting you, heartbreaker?” I whisper. Tapping play on the mouse, I watch again.

I zoom in on her and stop on her tattooed arm, squinting to watch her movements.

I close my eyes when I see it. Those angry red scars under the cuffs as they move.

They aren’t fresh. My fists clench, and I step away.

I need to find out why she’s here and what she wants, using my head, not my heart.

Coincidences like this don’t exist.

She isn’t a true Decadence contestant. Her body isn’t to be used and abused.

It’s to be worshipped. Just like I did that night.

But that is just a dream. A fantasy that can never be reality.

We are in our nightmare.

A fresh hell neither of us can escape.

I flick over to the footage from the holding room. Rhett has his hand on her bicep, and I want to rip his head from his shoulders for touching her.

I hold my breath as I watch the footage, changing to the inside angle as he lightly pushes her inside.

I can’t help but smirk at the confusion on her pretty little face as she realizes her first truth about the games.

“What’s your next move, heartbreaker?” I tap my desk and wait.

Time will reveal her true intentions.

But for now, I know her weakness.

Chapter 55

CHARLOTTE

The door slams shut with a loud bang. The girls huddle in the corner, pressed to the cold, hard floor, faces pale with fear.

What. The. Fuck?

My head’s still fuzzy, and the world blurs as I stumble farther into the room.

“I—I thought…”

Tara looks up at me, a cruel smile twisting her lips. “Not so confident now?” she spits.

I raise a brow. I could kill this lanky bitch in seconds.

“Because we’re all in such a fantastic position now,” I mutter, gesturing at the pokey room around us.

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