𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.
ʙʏ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇʟʟᴇ
-ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ-
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Hades was chasing Morgan, his face and body smeared with Bryan’s blood, his eyes glowing with a fury that didn’t look human.
Every step he took echoed like thunder down the hallway, and the metallic scent of blood trailed after him.
Morgan ran as fast as her trembling legs could carry her, breath breaking into sharp sobs. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She turned a corner only to hit a dead end.
Her eyes widened in horror.
“No!! No!! No!!” she cried, stumbling backward until her spine hit the wall. “Please… I’m begging you, spare me!”
Hades appeared from the shadows, slow, deliberate, terrifyingly calm. Blood streaked down his jaw and dripped from his fingers. His eyes were cold, black, unblinking locked onto her like a predator cornering its prey.
“Spare you?” His voice was low, dangerous. “That’s funny. Did you spare her when you whipped her back till she bled?”
“I….I didn’t mean—” Morgan’s voice broke, shaking violently. “I just lost control…”
“Lost control?” Hades took a step closer. She pressed herself harder into the wall.
“You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Watching her cry, hearing her beg for mercy… you liked it.”
“N-No…please….I was angry—”
“Good.” His tone dropped even lower, colder. “Because now you’ll know exactly what that feels like.”
Before she could react, Hades grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
She gasped, clawing at his hand, eyes widening in panic as she struggled to breathe.
“H-Hades…please…” she croaked out, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“You think ‘please’ works on me?” he hissed, his grip tightening. “You hurt what’s mine. You laid your filthy hands on her.”
He lifted her higher, her feet barely touching the floor, her face turning red as she gasped for air.
“I warned you,” Hades said, voice laced with venom. “You thought I was joking. You thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought I’d overlook it like every other time you bullied her?.”
“I’m…so…sorry…. please spare me..” Morgan shook her head, barely able to speak.
“Spare you? I will spare you… only if you give me one reason….just one reason why you laid your f+king hands on her.” Hades’ voice was low, coiled so tight it sounded like a threat you could cut your palm on.
“I… I just…” Morgan’s reply was breathless, useless.
Her words dissolved the instant they left her mouth.
“You enjoy watching her suffer, huh?” Hades’ lips hardly moved.
Pain flared across Morgan’s face the moment his grip tightened. Her eyes bulged; the world narrowed to the press of fingers and the throb in her temples.
Air left her like a kicked bucket. Her hands scrambled, claws at Hades’ forearm, but his hold didn’t loosen, if anything, he steadied his hand, as if testing how much she could take.
“I always keep my promises,” he said, close enough that the rasp of his breath caressed her ear.
Morgan’s face went from flushed to puce, then to a scared white. Panic seized her throat; every inhale was a ragged fight.
“Please… please—I’ll do anything—” she choked, the plea shredded by the hold.
Hades’ thumb pressed a fraction harder. For a heartbeat she thought she was going to black out.
Her knees gave way; she slid down the wall in a cascade of trembling limbs until she was on the floor, hands scrabbling at his arm, pressing uselessly against the iron that held her.
“I’m going to end your miserable life today… Morgan.” The threat was a hushed promise, dead calm and certain.
Her knees hit the tiles with a soft, defeated sound. Tears spilled over, unbidden, hot tracks cutting through mascara.
Her hands clawed at Hades’ sleeve, fingers slipping on the damp fabric.
“Please… I’m… so… sorry.” The apology stuttered from her lips, raw and small.
Hades stood frozen, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The sight of the blood and marks on Bluey’s back, those ugly red welts that screamed of cruelty on her white skin hit him hard.
Something inside him cracked, quietly and completely. Rage was no longer a flame; it was an inferno that burned through his veins, eating away at reason.
He wanted to make Morgan feel every ounce of pain Bluey had endured. He wanted her to beg, to understand what fear truly meant. But then—
Tiny arms slipped around his waist from behind.
“Hades…” Bluey’s voice was soft, trembling, weak.
But it reached him in places no one else could.
His grip faltered, fingers twitching against Morgan’s throat. That one fragile word from her undid the violence in him.
“Let her go… for my sake… please,” she whispered, voice breaking between her sobs.
For a moment, Hades stood perfectly still. The monster in him wanted to ignore her plea, to finish what he started.
But the man….the man who loved her felt his insides melt under the weight of her touch.
Her voice carried warmth through the blood and chaos. Her tears were his undoing.
His hand loosened. Morgan dropped to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. Hades didn’t even glance at her.
He turned toward Bluey, and the fury that had darkened his eyes moments ago dimmed into something softer, aching.
He pulled Bluey close and positioned her in front of Morgan.
“Apologize to her,” he ordered, voice low but firm.
Morgan’s head snapped up, face red and trembling. “You want… me… to apologize… to her?”
Hades tilted his head, eyes dark. “Should I kill you instead?”
That was enough. Morgan’s resolve broke. Her lips quivered as she bowed her head. “I’m sorry… Bluey.”
Bluey nodded faintly, her body weak, and then wrapped her arms around Hades again.
“I’m tired,” she pouted.
“I know you are,” Hades murmured, his tone soft now, nothing like the deadly calm from before.
He lifted her carefully into his arms, his touch protective, gentle, despite the blood still drying on his skin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He walked away with her pressed against his chest, her head resting near his heartbeat.
Behind them, Morgan lay flat on the cold floor, tears pooling beneath her. The ache in her chest spread until it felt unbearable.
“I should’ve let him kill me,” she sobbed. “My life has no use anymore.”
Her voice broke as she whispered into the empty space.
“My mom’s a liar and a slut, my dad isn’t my real father, and the guy I love… can’t be mine anymore… It hurts so much. So, so much.”
—–
★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hades pushed the door open to his suite, the lights dim and the room silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.
The scent of blood and smoke clung to him, but all he could think about was the small, trembling figure in his arms.
He shut the door quietly behind them, walking straight toward the bathroom.
Bluey’s head rested against his chest, her breathing shallow, her skin pale beneath the faint glow of the room’s lamps.
When he set her down on the counter, she winced, her body stiff with pain. His jaw clenched as he caught sight of the bruises along her back again, dark, raw, and cruel.
His hand hovered for a second before brushing her hair away from her face.
“You shouldn’t have stopped me,” he said quietly, his voice strained, torn between anger and concern.
Bluey gave a weak, tired smile. “If I didn’t, I would’ve regretted it, you already killed Bryan…it was scary.”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned on the bathtub faucet, letting warm water pour in, the sound filling the heavy silence.
He reached for a bottle of bath salts and poured some in, his movements careful, deliberate. Steam began to rise, and the faint scent of lavender filled the air.
When he turned back to her, she was still sitting there, her hands gripping the counter weakly. He approached her slowly.
“Let me,” he murmured.
Her cheeks flushed faintly as his fingers moved to the hem of her torn shirt. She didn’t stop him, she just nodded, her trust in him absolute.
He peeled the blood-stained fabric away, revealing the angry red marks that made his heart twist all over again. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he had to close his eyes to steady himself.
“You shouldn’t have to endure this,” he whispered under his breath.
Once she was undressed, he scooped her up again, cradling her carefully like something fragile.
He lowered her into the warm bath, and she exhaled shakily as the water met her skin.
“Too hot?” he asked softly.
Bluey shook her head. “It feels… nice.”
He knelt beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, and reached for a soft towel. His movements were gentle as he cleaned the dried blood from her arms and shoulders.
Every stroke was tender, almost reverent—like he was afraid she’d break.
“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she whispered back, her voice trembling but sincere.
**
When the bath was done, Hades reached for a towel and carefully lifted Bluey from the water. Droplets slid down her skin as he held her close, the warmth of her body pressing against his bare chest.
His shirt was long gone, tossed aside after it got soaked in blood and the heat of his skin against hers made her shiver.
He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, wrapping the towel around her shoulders.
His movements were quiet, almost too gentle for someone with hands that had spilled blood not long ago.
He dried her arms and legs slowly, careful not to touch the bruises. When he was done, he reached for the black shirt he had placed on the bed a loose one that would hang softly on her small frame.
“Here,” he said quietly.
Bluey nodded and slipped her arms into it. The fabric swallowed her whole, but the scent of him, lavender, made her feel safe.
Hades turned to his closet again and opened the first-aid box. He brought it to the bed and sat beside her, flipping the lid open.
The sound of antiseptic bottles and gauze rustling filled the silence.
“This might sting,” he warned.
She didn’t answer, just watched him. His face was tense as he dipped a cotton pad in antiseptic and began cleaning the gash on her shoulder.
The moment the liquid touched her skin, she hissed softly, clutching the sheets.
“Sorry,” he murmured, steadying her with his other hand.
His thumb brushed against her wrist, a small, grounding gesture.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
He worked quietly after that, cleaning every wound with precision, bandaging the deeper cuts. His brows furrowed each time she winced.
It hurt him more than he’d admit to see her flinch from pain, even from his touch meant to heal.
When Hades was done, he set the box down quietly and moved back toward her, lowering himself to kneel between her legs on the bed.
She instinctively tried to close her legs, and he noticed.
“What’s wrong?” Hades asked softly.
“Um… I… don’t have any panties on,” Bluey admitted, her cheeks coloring slightly.
“So?” Hades replied, his voice calm and reassuring.
“So… um… isn’t this a little weird? Awkward?” Bluey’s voice wavered with uncertainty.
“Awkward?” Hades echoed, then smiled gently. Her breath caught as she looked down, noticing his hand resting lightly on her thigh.
“Hades…” she murmured, a mix of nervousness and trust in her tone.
“I just bath you and bow you’re feeling awkward?”He asked and she but her lips.
“I’ve seen you like this more times than I can count, and all I’ve done is kiss you,” he whispered closely, “…that’s real self-control.”
Hades leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “Are you wet?”
“Wet…?” Bluey blinked in surprise.
“Yes,” Hades said, his hand slowly sliding up her thigh, deliberate and confident. “Tell me if you are.”
“Um… no, I’m not.”Bluey hesitated.
“Really?” His lips curved into a knowing smile.
Her breath hitched softly as his fingers brushed against her cunt.
“Oh my… Hades,” she m0@ned, the sound barely a whisper.
He pulled his hand away, revealing it glistening with her arousal.
“You’re not wet, huh?”
“I… um…” Bluey bit her lip, unable to deny the truth.
He chuckled.
“Master…”She called.
“Hmmm.”
Bluey’s cheeks flushed deeper as she met Hades’ gaze shyly.
“I… I want more,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hades raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “More what?”
She hesitated, then looked down, fiddling with the edge of the sheet.
“Um… for you to… stick your fingers in….there”
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.
Hades gently helped her to stand, his palm sliding up her thighs until it cupped her wetness. Bluey exhaled softly, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through her.
He leaned close, his breath warm against her ear as he pressed his palm against her slick, sensitive opening.
“Mm… it… it feels good,” Bluey whispered mischievously, wrapping her arms around him and moving her body, urging him to deepen his touch.
“Stop being so n+ghty, Mi Ruina,” he growled low and husky right into her ear.
She bit her lip tightly, then cried out softly, “Master…”
The waves of pleasure overwhelmed her as he slowly withdrew, a confident smirk curling on his lips.
“I didn’t even do anything and you’re already close to having an orgasm? You’re such a bad girl.”He whispered.
“Get your stuffs from your room, you’ll be staying here.” He said and turned, then strolled back toward the bathroom, leaving Bluey trembling.
Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid trickle down her leg. Her eyes widened as she looked down in surprise.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped, her heart pounding.
—–
★𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★
Corazon stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair brushing her shoulders, and walked into the bedroom.
Anthony was already on the bed, lounging casually, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The room smelled faintly of her perfume and the faint steam from her bath lingered in the air.
Since their relationship wasn’t a secret anymore, it felt natural for her to stay here, unbothered by the closeness or the familiarity between them.
She moved toward the dresser to grab her robe, wrapping it loosely around her.
“How did your husband even find out?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip from his glass.
“He probably had me investigated,” Corazon said, her tone calm, almost detached.
Anthony set his glass down, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “But he’s probably going to cut off his investments in the campaign.”
“Also… does he know Morgan is my daughter?”Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Corazon gave a faint shrug.
“No,” she said firmly. “As long as he still believes Morgan is his, we still have access to his money.”
Anthony leaned back on the bed, exhaling slowly. “Smart. We just have to keep it that way, then. For now.”
“Trevor already knows that he’s Morgan’s brother,” Anthony said softly. “I feel so bad for him and Morgan. I wish I knew they were in a relationship… I would’ve stopped them earlier.”
Corazon looked at him, tension in his jaw, but she waved it off lightly. “It’s no big deal. They’ll both get over it and move on.”
She paused, letting her gaze soften as she approached the bed.
“Don’t worry about all that. What’s important is that we’re together,” she murmured, climbing onto the bed beside him.
Anthony shifted slightly, pulling her close as she rested against him.
The warmth of the bed, the faint scent of her hair, the quiet closeness, they both let themselves breathe, even if just for a moment.
Corazon’s hand brushed against his chest, and she smiled faintly.
“Nothing else matters right now,” she whispered.
Anthony chuckled softly, running a hand through her damp hair. “I love you Corazon.”
“I love you too, Anthony.” She smiled.
They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, plotting their next moves silently while finding a rare sliver of peace in each other’s presence.
—–
★𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐦★
Iris was running on the treadmill, keeping herself in shape, when Marco entered. She immediately stopped and turned to face him.
“What the—” she started, her voice sharp.
“It’s good to see the First Lady here… you look so irresistible,” Marco said, flashing his usual smirk.
Iris’s eyes blazed.
“You’ve got some nerve to shoot my son!” she yelled, her voice echoing across the gym. “How dare you hurt him..”
Marco’s smirk faltered slightly, replaced by a sneer.
“Anytime I see Hades,” he spat, “….it disgusts me. He’s proof Iris, proof of your love for Robert. It should have been me. It should have been my son.”
Iris clenched her fists, her anger radiating. “You are a sick, twisted man, Marco. No matter what you think, I will always choose Robert. Always.”
Marco stepped closer, undeterred by her fury.
“You know, Iris… you could still have me. I could give you what Robert never could,” he said, his hand brushing dangerously close to her arm.
Iris recoiled, glaring daggers at him.
“Do not touch me!” she snapped. “You’ll never ever be with me. Not now, not ever.”
He leaned in slightly, smirking. “Oh, come on… you know you want this. I’ve waited a long time.”
Iris’s patience snapped.
“I don’t want you, Marco! You disgust me. You think because you shot Hades, you can intimidate me, but you’re nothing. You’re a coward and a fool. I will never be with a monster like you!”
Marco froze for a moment, his smirk faltering, but then his ego took over.
“We’ll see,” he muttered, though Iris had already turned back to her treadmill, ignoring him completely, leaving him fuming in silence.
—–
★ 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Trevor’s suite was quiet, heavy with the weight of unspoken pain. Morgan stood by his closet, tears streaking her cheeks as she packed her things, one trembling hand at a time.
Each item she folded or tucked away felt like another thread being ripped from her heart.
Trevor stood behind her, watching silently. His own eyes were red, shoulders slumped, and his chest heaving.
He couldn’t stop the lump in his throat from growing, the raw ache of seeing her like this.
Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Morgan stiffened for a second, then slowly melted into him.
She turned and her hands reached back, clutching his as tightly as she could manage, as if holding on to something real in a world that suddenly made no sense.
“Let’s pretend we don’t know the truth,” Trevor whispered into her ear, his voice rough with emotion, nearly breaking. “Let’s pretend none of this ever happened, even if just for tonight.”
Morgan shook her head, her sobs muffled against his chest.
“But we can’t, Trevor… it’s real. Everything’s real… the truth… your father… me…”
Trevor tightened his hold, pressing his forehead to the side of hers.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about the truth right now. I just want to feel you here, just like this. Can’t we hold onto that, even for a little while?”
Morgan’s tears soaked through his shirt as she pulled back slightly, shaking her head, tears still streaming down her face.
“Trevor… it’s wrong. We… we can’t…”
“I don’t care,” he interrupted firmly, his voice low but unyielding. His hands tightened around her, holding her close.
“Four years, Morgan… four years we’ve loved each other. Are you seriously asking me to just throw that away?”
She looked into his eyes, searching for something, hope, reason, anything that could make this make sense. Her voice trembled.
“But… the truth… our blood…”
Trevor shook his head, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
“I don’t care. None of that matters. You’re mine, Morgan. Nothing…nothing will ever change that.”
He leaned in slowly, his forehead resting against hers. Her breath hitched as his lips found hers.
For a moment, she froze, torn between shock and the flood of feelings she had been holding back for so long.
Then, instinctively, she kissed him back, pouring every ounce of her love, fear, and desperation into it.
It was fierce, desperate, the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could.
He deepened the kiss, and she clung to him, as if letting go would mean losing everything they had ever shared. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” Their hearts pounded in sync, as his hand reached for her zipper and he pulled it down, letting her dress slip from her body.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, and she had the same look of fire in her eyes. He held her as they moved closer to the bed and they both fell on it.
“I love you Morgan. I love you so damn much.”He mumbled taking off his shirt.
—–
★𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hugo and Dawn in his dorm after training.
He was sitting on his bed as Dawn came out after taking a shower.
He looked at her, wearing his shirt, and water dripping.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” Dawn muttered.
“I can’t,” Hugo replied, his gaze holding hers.
She scoffed.
“I’m going to my dorm room,” she said, heading to the door.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to sit on his thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes narrowing.
“Where are you going? You didn’t think I’d let you leave, right?” Hugo’s tone was firm, but not harsh.
Dawn tried to pull her wrist back. “Hugo, let go. Seriously.”
He shook his head. “Not a chance. You walked out on me before, but not this time..”
She frowned, cheeks warming despite herself. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he said, smirking slightly. “But you’re still here, aren’t you? That has to mean something.”
Dawn glared at him, trying to resist.
Hugo leaned back, still holding her just enough so she couldn’t move away.
Dawn turned swiftly, settling onto Hugo’s lap with deliberate confidence. Her legs straddled his thigh as they sat on the bed, her eyes locked onto his.
Hugo’s hands found the curve of her hips, steadying her while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I know you, Hugo,” she said, voice low but teasing. “You can hardly stay without—well, you. Three days celibate? That’s impressive.”
Hugo’s breath hitched, lips close enough to hers to feel the heat between them. “I’m just trying my best to prove to someone that I’m serious about her.”
Dawn’s finger pressed gently against his lips, silencing him before he could close the distance. “You don’t get to kiss me whenever you like. From now on, I call the shots.”
A slow smirk curved on her lips as she began grinding herself against him, the movement deliberate, teasing. Hugo’s eyes widened as he realized her skin was bare against him, no barrier between her and his growing desire.
“Dawn…” he breathed, a mix of disbelief and hunger in his voice.
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with challenge. “Mm.”
“It’s driving me crazy,” he confessed, fingers tightening slightly, “I want you. Damn these shorts I’m wearing.”
She chuckled softly, her movement more deliberate now. “You don’t think I’ll just let you have me, do you?”
“If I have to, I’ll beg,” he said, voice thick with need.
He leaned in to capture her lips, but she pulled away just before the kiss could land, smiling mischievously each time.
The frustration in his eyes only deepened her grin as the dance of desire and control played between them.
Dawn’s hands moved confidently to Hugo’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch. She could sense him growing more undone by the moment, every breath she took fueling his desire.
Her touch was both a tease and a challenge, and she watched as his breath hitched, his body responding unavoidably.
“Please, Dawn…” Hugo’s voice cracked with desperation, tears gleaming in his eyes. “Please, baby… just five minutes. I’ll…. I’ll go crazy if I don’t cum right now. I swear I’ll be quick.”
She smirked, a quiet power in her movements as she slowly slid down from his lap. His gaze followed her, wide and undeniable as his dick pressed against his shorts like it would rip off.
Leaning close enough to whisper in his ear, she let the moment hang for a while.
“I’m not in the mood, and if you dare fuck another girl, you’re done for.”She said, then without another word, she stood and walked out of the room.
“Dawn…” Hugo’s voice cracked again, choked with tears, reaching out through the doorway as tears began to fall.
—–
★𝐆𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐳’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★
“F+k! harder! Yessss!”Juniper screamed as Gomez rammed into her arse from behind.
Gomez grasped her hair roughly matching her fervor with his own. Yet even in this heated embrace, his thoughts drifted to Hyce.
His touch, his warmth, the sounds he made when he kissed him and it stirred something deep within him.
All he could think of was gucking Hyce, squeezing his n+pples, spanking his ass and hearing him m0@n. He wants to feels it, how warm his insides would be, his sweet mouth on his c+k as he shoots his seed down his throat.
“Hyce…f+k.”Gomez moaned as he reached his orgasm, strangling Juniper’s neck from behind.
Juniper pushed him off.
Gomez glared at Juniper, his hands shaking with rage.
“Why are you thinking about him when we’re… together?” Juniper snapped, her voice sharp. “Hyce isn’t better than me!”
Gomez’s jaw tightened, his face red with anger. “Don’t tell me what he is or isn’t! You don’t get it!”
Juniper took a step back, her hands trembling.
“You’re acting like a fool. If you want him in your head, fine but don’t expect me to stay here and take it! My pussy is better than his arse with ever be.”
In a sudden flash of anger, Gomez slapped her. She gasped, hand to her cheek, eyes wide with shock.
“You need to leave,” he growled.
Juniper didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed her clothes and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Gomez sank onto the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, furious and frustrated, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, obsession, and jealousy.
He took his phone and checked his home screen wallpaper, one he took of Hyce n+ked on his bed when they were still dating. In the picture, Hyce’s dick was hard since it was a morning hard on.
“F+k!!” His hand ruffled his hair.
—–
★𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦★
“So you’re seriously moving into his suite?” Nia asked in shock.
“Yeah, he told me he wanted to keep a close eye on me,” Bluey said, packing the rest of her stuff.
“And you just agreed?” Nia asked, disbelief heavy in her voice.
“Is….there a problem?” Bluey asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Of course not, I’m just saying that, it’s been just one day, Bluey. He announced you as his girl before everyone…that’s cute. But then asking you to move into his suite? It screams controlling!!” Nia’s tone rose slightly, a mix of worry and exasperation.
“Controlling? He’s just looking out for me,” Bluey replied, shrugging lightly.
“Aren’t you scared of him? Bro killed Bryan with his bare hands,” Nia added, glancing at Bluey with wide eyes.
“Babe, why are you trying to scare Bluey?” Loci intervened, a teasing tone in his voice.
“I’m not scaring her, I’m just….well…I don’t know,” Nia admitted, sighing.
“Speaking of Bryan, I’ve been investigating the history of MIA for a while now,” Natalie interjected, her voice serious.
“History of MIA? Why’s that?” Nia asked, curiosity piqued.
“Before we all got into this school, we never knew what it was about. I believe that each and every one of us thought it was just like every normal high school, but the truth is, none of us knew what it was before coming here, and neither did our parents actually tell us,” Natalie explained, her tone measured and thoughtful.
“So what are you trying to imply?” Zayne asked, leaning forward.
“What I’m saying is that MIA seems more than just a school. It feels like a place that, once you’re in, you can never get out,” Natalie said, her eyes scanning the group, making each of them feel the weight of her words.
Bluey paused, glancing down at the items in her hands, feeling a chill creep up her spine.
“But you can get expelled and leave, right?” Bluey asked, her voice hesitant.
“Seems like expulsion is just a front,” Natalie said, her tone serious. “If you get expelled, you’ll still die, because only one person has ever been expelled in MIA.”
“One person? Oh, you mean that Jocelyn girl?” Loci asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Natalie confirmed.
“Who’s Jocelyn? How come you guys know all this and I didn’t?” Nia frowned.
“You weren’t enrolled in MIA yet,” Loci reminded her.
“So Jocelyn… she was a student here,” Natalie continued. “She was brilliant—so smart, she rose from a beginner to a jack in just a week, and in two months, she was already a knight. The problem was, she got too cocky and wanted more. She challenged an Ace to a duel… and she lost.”
“And? If you lose Sigils, it’s closer to going below Zero. It’s totally normal,” Bluey said, trying to sound unconcerned.
“She still had points, but was highly down after she had an affair with an Ace. She was humiliated badly in public by him and it bruised her ego. Later on, she was called in by Miss Dora once, and after that, things got… stranger. It wasn’t just shame anymore. She stopped participating, spent plenty of time in the penalty zone, eventually lost all her Sigils… and was expelled,” Natalie said, her eyes darkening with the weight of the story.
“So… what happened then?” Bluey asked, her curiosity mingled with unease.
“During the holiday back then, I wanted to visit her and see how she was doing since we were pretty close, but I found nothing. Their house and property were sold, and they disappeared without a trace, both she and her parents. It’s like they never existed at all,” Natalie said, her voice low.
“So… they were probably killed, right?” Nia asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yes,” Natalie confirmed.
“Okay, all this doesn’t make sense. They must’ve moved or left the country,” Bluey said, frowning.
“Exactly. You’re putting scary thoughts in us,” Zayne muttered.
“What do you think they do with the dead bodies?” Natalie asked, leaning closer.
“Bury them,” chorused Zayne, Bluey, and Loci in unison.
“Bury? There’s no cemetery here in MIA,” Natalie said, her tone edged with disbelief.
“It might be outside the school,” Loci suggested.
“Why would they even be killing students like that? What are we… some kind of animals?” Natalie asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“So you think MIA is a front for running some kind of underground business?” Nia said quietly, her eyes flicking around the room, sharp and calculating.
“Exactly,” Natalie said, giving Nia a pointed look.
“Y’all are crazy,” Bluey muttered, shaking her head.
Nia was silent for a moment, her gaze lingering on everyone a beat too long. She tapped her fingers against her armrest, her expression unreadable.
A flicker of something….curiosity? suspicion?….passed over her eyes.
“Who was the Ace that Jocelyn had an affair with?” Nia finally asked, tilting her head.
“Hades,” Loci said flatly.
Bluey froze, biting her lips.
“So… I’m guessing she’s Hades’ 20th victim?” Zayne whispered, the weight of the revelation sinking in.
Natalie nodded gravely.
From the doorway, Sergio smirked, having overheard everything. One of them glanced at the door, and there he was.
He smiled as if confirming a long-held information that’ll be of value on their side.
“Bingo.”
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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰
