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You have so much more power than you’re aware of and
quite frankly I’m”—he shakes his head—“fascinated.”
“I am not your freak,” I snap. “I will not perform for you.”
He tightens his hold around my arms and I can’t squirm
away from him. He leans in dangerously close to my face
and I don’t know why but I can’t breathe. “I’m not afraid of
you, my dear,” he says softly. “I’m absolutely enchanted.”
“Either you get rid of the cameras or I will find and break
every single one of them.” I’m a liar. I’m lying through my
teeth but I’m angry and desperate and horrified. Warner
wants to morph me into an animal who preys on the weak.
On the innocent.
If he wants me to fight for him, he’s going to have to fight
me first.
A slow smile spreads across his face. He touches gloved
fingers to my cheek and tilts my head up, catching my chin
in his grip when I flinch away. “You’re absolutely delicious
when you’re angry.”
“Too bad my taste is poisonous for your palate.” I’m
vibrating in disgust from head to toe.
“That detail makes this game so much more appealing.”
“You’re sick, you’re so sick—”
He laughs and releases my chin only to take inventory of
my body parts. His eyes draw a lazy trail down the length of
my frame and I feel the sudden urge to rupture his spleen.
“If I get rid of your cameras, what will you do for me?” His
eyes are wicked.
“Nothing.”
He shakes his head. “That won’t do. I might agree to your
proposition if you agree to a condition.”
I clench my jaw. “What do you want?”
The smile is bigger than before. “That is a dangerous
question.”
“What is your condition?” I clarify, impatient.
“Touch me.”