This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
He protests. He always does. He lost, those are the rules. The rules... those are the rules... rules...
The gun to his head, his heartbeat. The blood pumping through his body. Bite him. No, not yet. The blood... need the blood.
'Kill him!'
No more blood. Need him alive. Cannot kill him. He puts a hand on the gun, wants me to take it away. Do not let him get away. He unbutton his pants, tells me to relax. Hand underneath his shirt, metal scraping his skin. He groans. He is unhappy with me. Yet, a hand on my neck, pulling me closer. He wants it, he always does. Why?
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He knows he lost, pants fall to the floor. The gun still at his temple. He is playing the game. I hear his breaths, they become deeper. He turns his head. Wants me to remove my mask. No. Not now.
'Fuck him. Hurt him. Kill him.'
Stop! Stop it! Stop it! Fight it!
'Reaper. Kill him.'
Cannot kill him! Pushing him away. He stumbles, pants trip him, hitting the ground hard. On his stomach, groaning. Free to take. Must take him. Do not let him get away. Crawling... stop him!
Gun fires, he stops. Laughing... that laughter... condescending... wicked. He turns. Still laughing. He looks tired, crooked smile. Looks up, a hole in the ceiling. Needs to be fixed before she gets here, he tells me. Roars, he gasps. Back on the stomach. Weighing him down. Do not let him get away.
Shirt shredded, underwear too. He kicks off his pants. Naked... pale... scarred. Beautiful.
'Bite him!'
Hand grabbing his hair, forcing his head on the floor. Groans again. Mask off, gun to the side. Need it! Blood. Need it! Weak... weaker. Bite into his neck. He cries out. Pain... so much pain. Always the pain, but he let me bite him. He always does... he lays still.
'Kill him! Reaper!'
The warm taste, down my throat, energy... need the energy. No blood tastes like his.
"Enough, enough now!"
His voice is weak. Cannot stop. Need it!
'Reaper. Reaper! Reaper!'
Gabriel! Gabriel Reyes. I am Gabriel Reyes!
Release him. Blood dripping down his neck and back. Licking it. Shivers.
'Bite again! More!'
No... No more. No more! Cannot hurt him!
Grab him, lift him. He is limp in my arms. Does not fight. Good. Over a table. Pants down, itching, pulsating. Need it. Need him! Groans. He knows. He knows what comes. Gentle. Gabriel, gentle. Otherwise you cannot have him. She said it. Reyes. Gabriel Reyes. You cannot have him, cannot have him, cannot! Have him, take him! Gentle, otherwise you cannot have him!
