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face. My cheek stings as he slaps me before reaching for his belt buckle.

“Put on your pants,” he says sternly, “Don’t touch your face. I want to see you more.”

My tears track over my cheeks as I slowly rise to sitting on his desk. The moisture between my legs runs gently down, making the wooden surface damp. Blood rushes from my head. The lights flicker on and my vision tilts the room from side to side. I take a deep shuddering breath and ease myself from the desk.

With the light on I can see the two sitting chairs we’d stumbled by when we entered. On either wall a few pieces of decorative art hang. All of which is stolen. I toe at the old worn floorboards.

My lips feel swollen, my throat raw. The taste of his cum is still sitting on the back of my tongue.

Joss already has his pants back up, pushing his belt through the loops with a satisfied smile. I’m hollow inside, in the best way.

My thin, holey socks managed to stay on my feet for the entirety of my punishment. Now, I’m careful as I push them through the leg of my pants. Easing the waistband over my ass, the skin on leather stings where my thong doesn’t shield my cheeks. There is pain, but I don’t show it. Not now that we’re done.

Well, almost done.

Joss steps in front of me while I finish buttoning my pants. He runs his thumbs from my forehead over my eyes, and then drags them over my lips. A soft happy sigh relaxes his shoulders.

“You better clean yourself up before you leave.”

Roughly, I gather the loose material of my shirt in my hand and drag it over my face, wiping away the excess moisture. Nothing could soak up the unsatisfied want between my legs. Without another word, I step around him with the intention of boarding myself up in my room and angrily masturbating till my body tires with exhaustion.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Joss grabs my shoulder. “We have a very particular job that suits your very specific talents. Highly rewarding.” He sings the last half of the sentence. His everyday demeanor, as snide as he can be, still differs from the angry beast that lives within him that he releases only for the pleasure of sex.

“You have my attention.”

Dramatically, he opens the rolled-up paper, holding it out in front of him. “Genovese along with Parlakey,” Genovese, my most recent employer and owner of Geno’s Bar and Parlakey, the Vampire district owner. “and Spects,” The owner of the casinos down the street from Genovese. “Are looking for someone to enter The Oasis Games.”

“No,” I deadpan.

“You’re the right bitch for the job.” Joss rolls his eyes. “Listen, they want you to enter and win the games.”

“That’s not possible.” Especially for a Human. I want to point out, but I’m not much for sharing my weaknesses. All of that is not even to mention the strangeness of him being the second person to ask me to join the games tonight.

“It is. You just have to find yourself aligned with the Prince. Get on his good side, or better yet, on his team. Then… after you win, you take the heart of the king.”

The king. They want me to kill King Caspar.

“That better be one hell of a reward,” I seethe.

“Oh, it is. Not only do you get the rewards of winning The Oasis Games, if you have the king’s heart, they’ll make a surge for the crown. Your name, Nilsa, your Human name will go down in history for saving The Bend from the poverty they have subjected us to. Genovese, Parlakey, and Spects will reward you with much more than money. They’ll give you power. A new home. You won’t have to kill anymore.”

“I enjoy the kills.”

“That’s beside the point. You wouldn’t have to kill just to get by. It would be more for sport.” He shrugs.

“You know, you’re not the first person to proposition me into joining The Oasis Games, right?”

“Tell me more.” Joss rolls the paper with the job offer on it up, inclining his head.

“A boy found me tonight. He offered me a ticket,” I say it slowly. “He came looking for The Ghost to join his team.”

“I knew that stupid nickname would get you somewhere, Nilsa.” Joss slides his hands down my arms and folds the paper into my pocket. “Think on it. You have the night to consider. Though I hardly think there is much to ponder on. You’ll be set for life.”

But is this some trick? A Purist Human is little to these Hybrids. I’m hardly more than a blood bag and sex object to my own boss.

“Think on it,” Joss says in his stern voice, that does little good for my dripping pussy.

I offer him the smallest of nods before turning away. I can still smell our sex in the air, even as I close the door behind me. Without Joss beside me, the other mercenaries turn and smirk.

“Pathetic, Human girl. She needs to get fucked by the boss to hold her ranking.” An Orc girl, Calliope, sneers from over her hand.

I lick my lips, keeping my eyes locked on hers until the tilt of her mouth falters. She’s sour because I’m better than her. More willing to toe the line of right and wrong which gets me more jobs.

Looking at the table of mercenaries, my mind drifts back to the power that Joss is promising me with this next job. My mind ticks over the same thought. I’d be an idiot to join the games. But how big of a fool would I be to refuse a position of power?

I’m not joining the games. There has to be another way.

… But if I win The Oasis Games, none of

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