Romans & histoires I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game

He was bleeding copiously yet he didn't relent. “Stay back!” I shouted, my voice trembling. He smiled, though his body swayed. “You shouldn’t have dared me,” he rasped. “No one takes Dean down. I built an empire from the dirt. You think some little girl’s gonna end me?” “You’re bleeding out,” I said, inching backward. “You’re finished. Just drop the gun.” He lifted it, but his hand shook violently. The shot went wide, whistling past my ear.

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

She slammed her fist on my table, making me yelp. "At your age I had you and your brothers, led a company on my own and thrived! You are 30, alone and losing money! They are choosing the Iain's Enterprise over yours, and you are doomed to fail like your miserable good for nothing father! You are dragging our – my – name into the mud, you blind idiot you!"

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

“Do you want the position? When it's offered to you again, will you take it?” Tyron turns to face me again, determination shines in his eyes as he replies, “Yes I want the position, I want to defend our Kingdom and its King and Queen.” His shoulders lump a little. “I want to defend my friend and serve him well, Mike. But the fucker owes me an apology first.”

I'm disappointed in myself. I thought I was past this feeling of helplessness, past the point of caring for the cruelty inflicted on me. Not that I deserve it, but I can't do anything about it. I never could. Defending myself only gave me more wounds to heal and more scars to count. As a kid, I fought for scraps of food. Just to survive the night. Now I'm barely fighting for myself. Obedience and submission will keep me alive. What a joke. Clearly, in Tyrant's world, that doesn't protect anybody from his wrath.

>Initiate Defense Protocol: Lullaby. The game was indeed not over. It was just beginning. And I was finally ready to play.

His words were meant to intimidate, to assert his dominance over me. As he advanced closer, I braced myself, ready to resist, ready to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume me. I knew the path ahead would be treacherous, filled with trials and tribulations, but I vowed to remain resilient, to defy their expectations, and to reclaim my autonomy in this cruel game they played. The soldiers gathered in a huddle, their voices hushed but audible enough for me to hear. They were deliberating on who should play against me in the game of checkers. A sense of unease crept over me as I strained to catch their words.

He worked her through every aftershock until she was limp and trembling, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees wide, and stared down at the glistening mess he had made of her. “Who the fuck said you could come before me?” The growl in his voice was pure threat. His eyes glowed with feral hunger as he looked at her spread open and still twitching. “So greedy for your own pleasure,” he said, smiling like a predator. He dragged two glistening fingers up her slit and pushed them back inside, slow and deep. “We’re just getting started, little rabbit. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to come… and I still might not let you.”