DRAG - [h.s. au]

7

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What made you want to live this kind of life?

There ain't no rest for the wicked.

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HARRY

"Again." Luna commands Bruce, the 6'7 tank of a human being in charge of conducting the torture on me tonight.

Classic Luna, having someone else do her bidding.

After I came in second, Luna let me have my moment of rage. I broke the headset her fucking meatheads were talking into and stormed towards Bentley, and when I arrived, Luna was right next to me. I couldn't even get a word out before Bentley started talking shit.

Not that I listened to any of it... she was distracting.

Her lips moved in a hypnotic way when she spoke, and her ponytail captured her dark hair and allowed her entire face to be seen. Freckles on the outside of her eyes and long eyelashes... the whitest eyes around the dark pupils... the way her eyebrows moved with every word she spit out at Luna. The confidence that radiated off of her when she returned the compliment of flipping me off, watching me in a blind rage as she went off to celebrate.

I liked the way she wasn't afraid of her, it felt like everyone around me was more afraid of Luna than anything. I wasn't afraid... I was wary.

Don't even get me started with the fact that I was apparently living in the same building as Rumer Sade, who apparently is Bentley's boyfriend or something of the sort... at least I'm assuming he is with the way he held her up after the race finished.

Fuck, I had come in second place and losing didn't feel good. Even though I made a cool 3K tonight, I wasn't in it for the money... I was in it because Luna forced me, but now I was in it because I plan on knocking down Bentley from that high fucking horse she's on.

Bruce wraps his meaty hand in the back of my hair, and dumps my entire head into the tank of freezing saltwater, holding me down and restricting my ability to breathe. I had learned that squirming around trying to escape his grip was not a good idea, so I stayed still... holding my breath as long as I could. I couldn't even open my eyes without feeling the burn of the saltwater... Luna found the way to make this the worst experience of my life. I could only withstand around 27 seconds underwater, at least that's the longest I made it without needing air.

24... 25.... 26... 27....

Luckily, Bruce pulled my head up before I tried to take a deep breath beneath the surface.

"Fuck!" I grunt, eyes shooting up at Luna as I cough and heave air, trying to oxygenate myself before I get drowned again. "Luna-"

"Shut up!" She snaps, and I narrow my eyes, challenging her. "You motherfucker! What was that? She won!"

"By- shit." I cough. "By 1.763 seconds, y-you psychopath." I clear my throat.

"She still won." She bites. "I told you she couldn't win. I fucking told you. Do I need to physically knock some sense into you to understand that what I say goes?"

"We both know you wouldn't be knocking anything into me. Isn't that right Bruce?" I taunt, my breathing erratic as I try to stop my body from reacting to the burning of the salty water.

"Shut up." She snaps slapping me across the face.

I groan out at the stinging and her eyes flash in realization when I didn't groan out of pain, but pleasure. Fuck I loved it.