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And this was further proven by his eye movement as he went on.
"20, you have been unable to participate the last few days." He paused, letting air flow out his nose quickly, before taking a deep breath and continuing. "You caused a delay to the games and, in doing so, a suspension in entertainment." While the Host's voice continued in the same zombie tone, his anguished eyes stared directly into mine.
I pushed myself to stand out of bed, needing to be prepared for whatever was to come. I stumbled a bit, and Levi caught my arm, tugging me to his side. He turned us to lean against my bed, keeping hold of me. His calloused fingers wrapped my forearm's full circumference, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shook off the unwarranted sensation that left my body and rational thoughts at odds.
Our gazes returned to the Host on the screen as he started up again. "This is a game that was voted upon. They want to see if your allegiance is a facade or if you truly wish to work together until the end." The Host paused; this time, emotion flooded his tone; he was nearly snarling. "182, you called her small and vicious. Well, now let's see how true that is." The Host let go of one more breath. "The rules are minimal. Fight or fuck. You can fight until one of you is seriously incapacitated. Or 182, you can fuck her until she can't stand." The Host's voice returned neutral. "You have two hours. Best to provide top-notch amusement." The Host's face was replaced with a timer counting down in its place.
Fucking timers. Fucking games. Fucking all of this shit. I would never again use a timer or play a stupid game after I make it out of this. Correction, if I make it out of this.
Banging startled me out of my internal raging. "What is going on? Raven! Talk to me; we all received a pre-recorded message that another game was in progress, but nothing else. Are you okay?" The knocking became more frantic as Jayce continued his rant through the door.
"I'm fine," I rasped out, my voice still raw from the lack of use.
Levi had not spoken or even moved a muscle, but his jaw ticked, and the hand that had saved me prior now held me in a painful grip.
The pounding stopped, but Jayce sounded even more anxious. "Talk to me, sweet Raven."
"Levi, you good dude? Are we about to die? I'd like a heads up if so." Enzo's voice was calm, only breaking at the very end.
"We're…" Levi finally spoke and turned to me, thinking about it for a moment before finally settling on, "...going to live."
It was Maverick's turn to chime in. "I was afraid this would happen; I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. 20's health upset the Sponsors, correct?"
"Seems to be," my words strengthened this time as I resolved myself to what we needed to do. "We'll be fine. Just give us some time to work it out." I pulled my arm from Levi and put my hand before him. "Truce for now?"
He tilted his head, obviously confused, but then he gathered his bearings, shaking my hand. "Sure thing, darlin'. You heard her, boys; give us some time, and we will come out of here alive."
I noticed the way he said alive and not good or anything else. Was he planning on hurting me? I knew better than to think he wouldn't break my trust if it came to life or death. He had said as much during our interviews.
"Let's talk? It's what I wanted to do before all of this." His words held nothing to betray his intentions.
As before, I knew this man could outmaneuver me. He had the mass, the skills, and the intellect. He was an attractive man and I found myself intrigued by what made him tick. I finalized my plans and put on one of my past personas. Raven couldn’t do what needed to be done to continue this game, but the Shadow had done much worse.
I reached up and undid my mask, tossing it onto the bed, thankful I could remove it for this.
"Agreed." I began stripping off my clothes. "Join me in the shower, hot stuff?" I threw my pants at his shocked face and mustered up my energy reserves to make it to the shower. I remembered Maverick's information that the bathrooms did not have microphones. The shower would provide a show for the Sponsors while we devised a plan.

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Straight to it. I doubted our time in the shower would count towards this game as they couldn’t hear us, but we needed to work out our plan before returning to the bedroom. I did my best to put as much space as I could between us in the shower, but all it did was move the tip of his cock against my belly button, causing him to roll into me subconsciously.
He hissed, grabbing me by the hips and keeping me in place. "I need you to stay still, darlin'."
His muscular hands did nothing to help clear my mind.
"Right." I ignored his command. I moved, escaping his grip, and leaned back against the shower wall, finally out of the range of his lengthy cock. I crossed my arms over my chest. "We need to talk and figure out what to do."
"So, you got me in here to butter me all up so I would let you kick my ass?" he asked sarcastically.
I had thought about that, but what good were allies if they were too injured to help? "Not exactly," I replied.
With my focus no longer entirely on Levi, I noticed a screen across from the shower, our time ticking away. Over twenty minutes had passed.
“I want you to fuck me,” I stated impassively. “It is the safest option for us going forward.”
He had not been expecting that and went to protest.
“Let’s just talk first,” I placated. “Get to know each other before making any decisions?”
“Sure, why the hell not?” he chuckled caustically.
“Alright, to start,” I gestured to his body, "let me guess, the Brutality Faction?” I asked the most straightforward question I could think of. With his bulk and ties to the Resistance, there was no doubt in my mind which Faction he belonged to.
He deflated and nodded his head. “’Fraid so.”
“You know my sister.” It wasn’t exactly a question.
He shrugged apologetically, the water rolling over his shoulders in ripples; I forced my stare away from the hypnotizing display. “Everyone in the Faction crossed her path at some point. I knew almost immediately you weren’t her. She-“ he paused, gauging my reaction “-was a shell except for her rage. It bled through everythin’ she did; it poisoned the air around her. You aren’t like that. You are the salve. You calm those around you. You protect. You defend.”
I wanted to argue that I, too, was just a vacant shell of who I had been. That I wasn’t some hero; I had hurt my fair share of people. But I was scared to confess that aloud. Admitting that would acknowledge everything that I had done, the wrongs I had committed, and the choices I had made. I never allowed myself to fully process the emptiness that I felt, the moment when I thought there was no escape except death itself.
“There’s a difference between being empty and lost,” he stated. “I know because, for the longest time, I thought I was empty and would remain that way until my karma finally caught up to me. But then I met you, and it felt for the first time that maybe I, too, was just lost.” He lifted his rough hand to my face. Where I leaned, the shower’s spray only hit my legs, but I burned where he stroked my cheek.
I felt exposed. My soul laid bare to him, and I fell into his touch. He was wrong; I was not the salve, he was.
He leaned forward until his lips brushed my ear. “Her name was Violet; we were married ten years before she died.”
I startled against him, but his grip on my face held me in place.
“Just let me explain, please?” His hot breath blew into my ear.
I stilled and inclined my head.
“We met when I was barely twenty, and while we were never gifted any children, she was my everything. ‘Bout five years before the incident with Nightingale, I joined what you now know as the Brutality Faction. Back then, a bunch of bull-headed men tried to argue over how we could make our world a better place. I was young and foolishly thought I was untouchable, that no one would notice our antics. No harm, no foul, right?” He laughed humorlessly. “Until Nightingale decided to go off script and blow up an entire facility, killin’ innocents right after she murdered a young woman for no apparent reason. All of it broadcast live.” He moved his other hand to my cheek, cupping my face in a firm hold. He no longer whispered against my ear; the words instead caressed my lips. His beautifully haunted eyes stared into mine. Imprinting into my very being, holding me captive, and not allowing any room to escape.
I did my best to take steady breaths as he continued.
“The Government hunted anybody involved, no matter our role. It was an open game. Not only on those in the Factions but our families, too.”
I was nearly suffocating from the fury radiating from his body.
“They took her from me shortly after the incident.” As the anger wavered, a sob wracked through him, and he placed his forehead on mine. I reached beside me, shutting the water off. I put my arms tentatively around him, and he leaned into the touch. The steam and our entangled bodies worked together to keep us warm as his story chilled my heart. I inhaled his evergreen and sawdust scent, finding my own selfish comfort in it.
“The question they asked me earlier? During our interviews?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “They didn’t even want me to give myself up; they wanted someone higher up. They promised they would return her if I sold out the person they wanted. I didn’t hesitate, how could I? She was innocent in this, she was soft, she was mine,” he growled the last word and the vibrations hardened my nipples into peaks.
My traitorous body reacted to him even while I fell into his agony. It was an endless chasm.
“They had the person they wanted within two days. She was with them one week —seven days— before they returned her to me.” He pulled out of my embrace suddenly, his grip tightening on my cheeks, edging on just that side of pain. “She wasn’t like you; she couldn’t endure their atrocities. They returned her to me in bloodied, tattered clothes; dead. She had gone cold by the time I finally held her in my arms again. Said she’d done it to herself, but who truly knows?”
I went to say something, but his left hand moved to cover my mouth.
“Save it. I just need someone else to know this. I am sure you can guess that person is why Enzo and Maverick despise me. I don’t blame them, and I would like to think I would have acted differently if put in the same position again, but I wouldn’t. I just need you to understand. Not only who I am, but what taking you will do.” The silly southern man had disappeared at the start of this story, and he now stood before me, a man possessed. “It has been five years since I have touched another woman, and after this, you will be mine. You may think this the smartest decision, my little and vicious darlin’, but you could not have been more mistaken.”
With that final word, he uncovered my mouth and sealed his lips to mine. One hand moved to my neck, crushing me against the wall as he dominated my mouth, and the other caught in my hair, tangling and moving my head exactly how he wanted me.
I caught the timer behind him before shutting my eyes and leaning into the sensations. There was barely an hour left to finish this game.
Levi separated our lips, leaving me breathless. “I fisted my cock at the thought of this, Raven.”
I shivered involuntarily against him, and he made a strangled noise. He jerkily turned until he found the time that remained.
“I won’t be able to savor you this time,” Levi rasped out. He smirked, and in a quick movement, his muscular hands were securing the curve of my bare ass roughly and lifting me up, forcing me to encircle his waist with my legs. His bulk was just too much for my legs to comfortably encapsulate, and the feeling was heady.
I moved my ass a bit and it caused my center to gain the friction I needed against him. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I am clean and protected,” I murmured into his ear as he walked us out of the shower and towards the bedroom door. “You won’t hurt me, but just in case, safe word?”
“Red,” he barked out, and the door to the bedroom was thrown open.
He tossed me on the bed, causing a startled noise to escape my lips. His cock, which I had been ogling at the start of this, now stared me down. The thought of it fitting inside of me was a challenge I would welcome.
Levi did not allow me time to settle; he grabbed me by the ankles, pulled me to the foot of the bed, and began to lick me from slit to clit.
I had not expected the sensation but welcomed it, and a whimper left my lips.
I felt his smile against my bud. “What a good girl; you can’t take me yet, but I’ll make you ready.” On that, he pushed two of his thick, long fingers directly into my core, crooking them at just the right angle, and I felt my body begin to furl.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, digging my hands into the bed below me, needing relief.
He pushed a third finger in while nipping at my clit, and the mix of sensations sent me over the edge, my body lifting off the bed, and a loud moan escaped me. I had wanted to be quiet for multiple reasons, but Levi played my body like he knew every chord.

Levi groaned as he lapped at my juices for a few more moments. The overwhelming sparks of sensation caused me to squirm. Suddenly, he flipped me over, and my knees and hands caught me from falling face-first onto the mattress.
Before I could gain my bearings, he began to slowly push his exceptional length into me from behind. I was full, too full. I tried to pull away from it, but he held onto my waist with both hands.
“Darlin’, you’re going to take it,” Levi snarled, snapping his hips until he was fully seated.
I cried out at the sheer size, and he gave me only a few moments to adjust before he pulled his cock out and slammed it all the way back in.
I screamed, giving up on keeping quiet, losing myself to the feelings. He was owning my body, dominating it. I enjoyed every moment, I welcomed Levi’s control, and even though he was practically a stranger, I implicitly knew I was safe with him. He wouldn’t hurt me any more than I could handle. Any more than I wanted.
“Oh, you are perfection, my little Raven,” he groaned out and began pumping a furious beat into me. I was still not up to my full strength, and without Levi’s hands secured on my waist, I would be pushed flat to the mattress. The edge of pain was fueling the heat warming in my body, and I felt my pleasure swell, as I once more began to edge to the precipice.
“I knew it; you are a salve to my fucking soul,” he murmured the words fervently and slowed his pace to a steady beat, hitting the spot deep inside my core that caused my toes to furl and my mouth to open once more in a scream.
He moved one of his hands to reach around and began to furiously rub my clit while his other hand moved to the top of my ass, securing his hold. He slowed his pace a bit; his thumb lowered and pushed into the rim of muscle.
“Look how beautifully you take me. You like this, don’t you? You like my stretching you to the point of pain?”
I made an incomprehensible noise as the sensations left me mindless.
“You’re my salvation.” He once more pulled all of the way out and plunged into me, pushing his thumb all of the way in and pinching my clit.
I came with a feverish cry, leaving me a boneless mess as I convulsed on him.
A few more deep thrusts and Levi let out a guttural growl, and his warmth filled me. He made no move to withdraw his shaft. Instead, he moved his hands to my waist to hold me in place again, and with his superior size, he wrapped over my back, hovering over my neck.
“You’re mine,” he snarled possessively. He inclined his head and bit aggressively into my neck.
What began with pain quickly turned into something more feverish as he tongued and sucked on the spot. I fluttered around his cock that was still fully seated inside.
“Just a bit more. Come here.” Levi murmured as the last of my energy left me. Levi maneuvered my boneless body until I straddled his lap. I felt his cock begin to slowly harden once more, and he lackadaisically rolled his hips upwards. I lifted my arms slowly to wrap around his neck and buried my face in its crook as he continued his movements.
Over his shoulder, the timer clicked down to zero.

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A new development, triplets.


Maverick sat on the couch in the living room; Enzo sat with him, their knees touching, even though there was plenty of space on it. Since they came to in this game, they had not left each other’s side. Maverick hadn’t seen Enzo before this in over a year. Waking up in this game was the best and only answer to their endless torment, over a year in a Government prison for those involved directly in the Nightingale attack. His brother had been captured, too, but part of their torture was to be held separately. He had not even known Enzo was alive until they reunited here. He knew for a fact their triplet George was not alive. George’s death was a public execution. Maverick clenched his hand at the thought, and Enzo turned to him.
“You good?” Enzo asked.
Maverick did a quick sweep and calculated the remaining time he had before Jayce and Levi were in here and brawling. “Enough. She is a complication.”
Enzo chuckled, “You are right. She is beautiful.”
Maverick ignored his brother’s jesting. “I knew she would be a problem the moment Levi saw her. She’s small like Violet was, but she is much stronger. You laugh now, but what happens when Levi chooses her life over his, over our lives? I won’t lose you, again. You’re all I have left.”
Enzo sobered up. “I know, brother,” he said as he squeezed Maverick’s knee and moved away a bit to better examine him.
The mask did nothing to hide the visible emotions storming through Maverick.
“Are you sure it’s just Levi we need to worry about that with, Mav?” Enzo murmured softly.
Maverick let out his breath in a hiss and thought back to the sight of Raven. She was magnificent, her face tipped in ecstasy as Levi filled her. Her supple curves and soft skin were on full display; it had been enough for him to almost come apart, and the evidence of his arousal was still present.
Enzo gave him a look, staring pointedly at the tent reforming. Maverick adjusted and tucked it, so it wasn’t as noticeable. He ignored Enzo’s look; he needed to release some of the tension forming before he snapped.
He could acknowledge that she was an exquisite specimen that he wanted to examine fully. But she was an unknown, and he did not deal in unknowns. He could not make predictions on unknowns, and he could not rely on or count on them. Unknowns were why he and Enzo were in this mess in the first place. The last one had been Levi.
“You will not need to worry about me,” Maverick finally grumbled, just as Levi reentered the room, fully dressed and his mask back in place.
He took his spot on the armchair. For all of the chaos that was about to undoubtedly occur, Levi appeared relaxed, happy even.
“You can’t choose a woman over our lives again,” Maverick got to the point.
Levi stiffened, sitting upright. He no longer seemed as comfortable as he had moments prior. “I made y’all a promise, and I know it doesn’t mean much, but I plan on keeping it this time.”
Maverick leveled Levi with a glare and jerked his head in a nod.
“Did they say anything else on the game?” Levi asked.
“No, just that there was a game in progress. Same as they stated before with the other interviews they did,” Enzo responded.
Jayce took that moment to storm into the room, stomping his feet until he landed right in front of Levi. “All I have to say to you is this. If when she wakes up, she says you did anything she didn’t want you to, I will kill you. Consequences be damned. Do you understand me?” Jayce practically spat the words down at Levi.
“I do,” Levi confirmed, no challenge in his voice. He cocked his head. “You going to tell me y’alls story or will I be hearing it from her?”
Jayce rumbled in warning and stepped back, sitting on the empty loveseat.
As soon as he sat, the TV flickered on, and once more, there was their benevolent Host.