Chapter 12. A Bloody Game

“How do you like your present?” Dean’s face appeared before me, grinning.

I stood still, staring at the hanging man in disbelief.

His floral suit had gone from the green it was this morning, to red.

His eyes were swollen shut, and every other part of him was unrecognizable.

It seemed he was bleeding from everywhere. Even his hair was a wet sticky mess.

“Olivia La Rose,” Dean said gently, circling me. “You were rumored to be tough.”

He stopped.

“It’s disappointing that you did not scream. I thought that’s what women do.”

“What is this?” I spoke up finally, my eyes still on the man who was groaning now.

I feared his lungs might be collapsing.

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