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They scrambled to obey. Those collars really worked wonders in ways of obedience, but I would still never feel right about putting one on a dog.

Jason went to one of the cabinets, unlocking it, before pulling out a gun. He held it out to me, holding the barrel.

I came forward and took it. But he didn’t let go right away.

“You’re serious? You’re trading one of their lives for your cop’s?”

I made sure I did not blink as I stared into his eyes. “Yes.”

“Either one?”

I shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.”

He dropped his hold on the gun. I checked it over as he taught me to before chambering a round.

Roman and Jerald were kneeling by the edge of the poorly drawn circle. Roman had a split lip while Jerald had blood dripping from his mouth. Both were breathing heavily and had rips and loose pieces of their dresses hanging from them.

“Today’s your lucky day, ladies. The woman you raped has decided to spareoneof your lives.” He started circling them, rubbing his hand through hair, touching their shoulders. Roman flinched like Jason’s touch was acidic as Jason undid the buckle of their gags with an easy flick of the wrist. “This job opening is a first come-first serve basis.Literally.” He came around to stand in front of them, completely uncaring about his nudity orarousal. “The rules of the wrestling match have changed! The first one to strip the other one down and make him cum by any means necessary gets to live. The loser? Well…let’s just say it’ll be the last orgasm of your life.”

Chapter Forty-Three

Jason

I was on fire.I’d beenitchingto fuck one of these whiny bastards foryears, since the moment we started stalking them to learn their routines. Holly might have learned names and relations and shit like that. I’d been more interested in who was fucking who, because everyone is fucking someone they’re not supposed to.

Hell, even Holly.

Fucking the special agent huntingher? And not even doing it to get information out of him? Waste of a good fuck if you ask me.

But this might just work out well for me, after all. Ironically, it was bynotkilling someone. Huh. This was definitely a first.

I stared at the two horrified men in front of me. One was a decent size, definitely an athlete. He’d be the one I’d be rooting for, but either one would work, really. Wasn’t like I had to stare at his face when I fucked him. That’s what masks are for. And hoods. And head cages.

Fuck, my balls were drawing up just at the thought.

“You… You want us to…” The two exchanged a sickened sort of look.

“Fuck,” I answered simply. “Yes. Loser gets an orgasm and a bullet. Winner…” I smiled, excitement practically making me giddy. “The winner becomesmine.”

The bigger one’s eyes about came out of his head. “Yours to…what?”

“None of your damn business.” Because it wasn’t. Whomever won, his life would no longer be his own. It would be mine. To literally do with as I pleased. If I wanted to, I could pick up a scalpel and write my name in his back, like Holly had done to that other guy. The one I’d disposed of last night.

He would bemine. I could hurt him, geld him, fuck him…whateverIchose. It would be up tomeif he ate that day, drank, shit, pissed,breathed. His life would no longer be his own.

The ultimate humiliation.

And it wasn’t rape. The line was fine, but it was there. Becausehewould choose to live now. He would roll over, allow the other to suck him off, and take the bullet like a man.Orhe could choose to live.

And what a life it would be.

Molten lava burned in my gut and I was tired of waiting. I held up the remote control to their collars. “Choose now if you want to live, fuckers. Because if you don’t, then I hand this to Holly and she turns it on.Permanently.”

It was slow at first. Both trying to figure out if the other was going to go through with it first. After a few times of me sending a jolt to their collars, they got more serious. The fear of pain now was bigger than the fear of death later.

When the smaller one ripped the dress of the bigger one, the bigger one’s eyes widened. I loved seeing the irritated red skin in the corner of their mouths from the bit gags. Christ, I was so fucking hard. My dick ached, but I wanted to watch this show more than I wanted to come. The realization in the big one’s eyesthat he was a step closer to losing—and then the internal fight of if hewantedto lose.

He had no idea how soon the winner would wish for death, but I would not grant it. I was being given a toy of blood, flesh, and bones. I might bring him to the brink, but I would not let him die.

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