The other staggers to the right, dragging his foot along the ground, his body slick with sweat and blood. His movements frantic but aimless—no sense of direction, just real desperation.
Aurelia watches it all in silence, her face now untouched. She doesn’t even need to hitMetalyet. She’s just soaking in their despair, letting it settle over her, before suddenly, she turns to me.
Her hand finds my neck, her thumb on my jaw as she stares me in the eyes.
“Let’s make a bet...” she purrs, and I know that sound all too fucking well.
She’s being mischievous, trying to get me to ruin her in some way.
“Choose who you thinks gonna die first, and I’ll press the button to unlock the doors.”
My gaze darts to the screen, flickering to each guy before they settle on her again.
“Why?” I ask deeply, chin raised, my eyes dropping to her lips.
She shifts slightly, wanting to feel my dick pressed against her and I can already feel it’s growth—the blood rushing into it like it’s ready to go. That’s exactly what she wants, my cock, inside her pussy, and my little corpse is going to do anything to get it.
My jaw tightens as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, gold eyes glittering with something sinful.
“I just wonna play with you, Wrath,” she says innocently with a flutter of her lashes, bringing her mouth close to mine. “Choose one and I’ll take the other.”
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Why?” I bite through clenched teeth, teetering on the edge of losing control.
Her fingers trail across my chest, a deliberate, teasing motion as her eyes stay fixed on mine.
“Well,” she murmurs, voice low, “I thought maybe... if you win, we’ll do things your way. But if I win...” Her gaze sharpens and she holds my stare with a quiet intensity. “We’ll do it my way.”
My teeth grind audibly as I weigh her words. Yeah, I’ve let up a lot, for her. I’ve talked more around her, I’ve fucked her ass, but now I have to face the real and risky test of finally burying myself where we both want it most. To claim her in the right fucking way and solidify whatever the fuck this is between us.
I feel torn, and it’s fucking stupid. I should have been balls deep inside that luke-warm cunt the moment I saw her. My minds torn, but my instincts scream at me to just do it. Just test it. Gamble it fucking all.
“And if I kill you?” I ask, my voice cold, chin raised in a challenge, my eyes locked on hers.
This isn’t some little game—this is a fucking threat, a line I’m not entirely ready to cross. I’m still not sure if I can stop myself, even if I’ve somehow managed to control myself while doing other shit, this is different. So she needs to know just how serious this shit is.
She swallows, a subtle shift in her demeanor, her gaze scanning mine.
“Then you kill me,” she answers with a defiant brow lift, clearly wanting to risk it all for my cock. “If you kill me, Wrath, then I wasn’t supposed to be the one for you anyway.”
“The one with dark hair,” I say flatly, giving her what she wants and accepting the challenge.
There’s no fucking way she ain’t the one for me. She’s the toxic air I choke on, the poison that runs through me and makes me feel something—anything. She’s the only one I’ve ever spoken to, the only one who’s ever cut through the hollowness. The only one to still survive in my world and the only one I’ve ever touched with any real desire.
I’d burn everything for her—tear it the fuck apart and ruin it all, even if it means destroying us both in the wreckage along with it.
She smiles, satisfied, before turning her head and looking up at the screens. Then, after a deep, long breath, she finally presses down on the button to open all the doors.
There’s a loud grind of metal, then a click that echoes through the building. All doors now unlocked but remain closed. Both brothers halt, heads tilting as they try to make sense of the sound. They're on opposite ends of the building now, nowhere near each other. They try calling out, but their voices don’t carry far enough.
They’re disoriented, blind, trapped.
They start moving again, hands dragging along the cold walls like they’re walking barefoot over glass. The blonde one stops first and his bloody, shaking fingers fumble against a handle. Aurelia leans forward, holding her breath as he grips it.
He twists it, slow at first, and the door creaks open.
The floor in front of the door dips slightly, a near-invisible pressure plate and he steps forward without feeling it. Then there's a metallic slam. The ceiling crashes down, massive, rusted spikes shooting downward like the jaws. He stumbles back just in time, but one spike grazes across his shoulder, slicing deep, causing blood to splatter up the wall, and he screams.
“Lucky motherfucker,” I mutter.