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I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

“Miss don't take the game seriously. Oops, “Sean was able to avoid my first throw. He and Luis did a high five. I was exhausted from the previous game so my throws missed. Nobody has been eliminated yet. “Mind if I join the game?” A voice asked. When I heard that, I almost squeezed the ball flat. “Hi, Chels!” Luis smiled. “Yeah, you can join us.” NO!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

It was so nice having both of my slaves home again with me. After supper, we taught Lisa and Lucia how to play euchre. It's not a difficult game and after playing four open hands, we could get started on the real thing. Since both of them were new to the game, I took Lucia and Julia took Lisa. Lucia was a card demon. For someone who'd never played a lick of cards before, she was an assassin. We won three quarters of the games played. Around ten, we broke up. "Julia, please attend to Lucia for the next hour, then you may join Lisa and I."

"It's all the money you get. You go bust, you're out. The slave auction after is only with the chips you still have. Dealer names the game. We tend to go with shorter games now like five card draw and stud to get to the cock sucking faster, but it's definitely your choice when you have the deal. We don't play games like high or low Chicago because there's no way to split the cock sucking in a fair and equitable manner. Any questions?" "No, that's pretty explanatory. I'm good." He pulled out five twenties. "Here's my buy in." Chen passed the deck to Rob to cut. The way the games went, the host or hostess usually started the deal. Going clockwise from Chen: the players went Rob, Regina, Edward

"An interesting proposition. Listen, I know I'm the new one to this game, but I'd like to make a suggestion if I may?" Master said, "What's that?" "Well, I understand we have four beautiful slaves here to auction off. We all know if there are four slaves, everyone will end up with a piece of one, so we don't really have much to play for, since everyone wins. What I'd like to suggest is only two slaves be auctioned tonight, both for the entire night. Thus we only really have two winners and we have more of a reason to play hard and not just stumble through the game. I'd like one of the slaves to be my wife. Whoever wins Evelyn will stay at my hotel suite with full room service benefits until

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

I rolled my eyes but complied, stepping up to the microphone with a smile. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, “our next auction item is something truly special—a first edition of To Kill a Mockingbird, signed by the author herself. It’s a testament to the power of storytelling, and we hope it inspires generosity tonight.” The crowd clapped politely, and I caught Noah’s faint smile as he raised his paddle to place a bid. --- By the end of the night, we’d managed to win Noah over—or at least, we’d come as close as possible without a formal contract in hand. As the guests began to filter out, Adrian and I found ourselves standing by the ballroom doors, sharing a moment of quiet triumph.

“N-No, it's nothing important. I was just saying that there's no need for us to think too much about these things. Maybe it's best to go with the flow.” Seeing her stubborn expression, I was just about to give up on the matter when an idea suddenly popped up on my mind. “Alright, Catalina," I leaned back in my chair, letting a lazy smirk tug at my lips. “Since we’re not getting anywhere like this, how about we play a game?” “A game?” She asked, her brows rose with suspicion. “No way. You are definitely up to something and I'm not going to fall for it.” “C'mon, it's simple,” I insisted. “In this game, we ask each other questions. If anyone gets it wrong, then we strip a piece of clothing. Tha

The dealer chuckled and dealt the first hand. I surprised myself. I wasn't just decent—I was good. The first game was shaky, nerves tripping me up, but the second? I won. Not by luck, but by actually reading the players, catching their tells, playing the odds. I laughed lightly, tossing my hair back, feeling the eyes on me. It was intoxicating in a dangerous way. I wasn't invisible anymore. When I won the second pot, a large one this time, a shadow fell over the table.

I wasn't only that girl Celine slapped. I was Lucy Wilson, the lead actress, the star. And I had eight million people backing me up. "Mommy?" Ethan asked, staring at the TV screen. "Who is winning?" He was asking about the game that the cartoon dogs were playing. But I answered for myself. "We are, baby," I whispered, "we are." My thumb hovered over the screen, prepared to lock the phone and return me to the real world, when a new banner notification slid down from the top.