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„Bring her to my room. I'll be waiting there." I spoke into the mic that was build inside my mask, sliding my finger off the button from the side and watch through the camera as the girl was slung around player 101 like an anaconda.
The end of this game was always different. Mostly it would look like this— the human swallowed by greed and yearn for more. It would mostly turn to a bloodbath, but there were also moments where humanity was the strongest emotion that shone through.
Instead of fighting against each other, they pushed their wants and ego aside and let their love and empathy shine through. These were boring moments, one that didn't satisfy me at all.
This game turned out just like predicted. But, oh, I was so very surprised as one certain spitfire began to take the reins and took control over my whole attention.
It was mesmerizing to see her move so confident and graceful. She trusted her every move, and that's why blood never suited someone as much as it suits her.
It's because she truly earns it.
And once I watched her take down the strongest player, choking him once again, my growing smile was full with pride.
With the way she is so humorous in everything she says, I thought that her words were all bark but no bite. Yet she turned this belief all around as she took player 101 down for the first time.
She made it look so easy, and she still looked breathtaking while doing so.
Now as I watch her through the camera that was strapped over my worker's chest, my eyes squint as she melts into his touch. Blood was laying over her face like a beauty mask, and even with all the mess, I can see small tears escaping from underneath her closed eyelids.
Her tears make a slight clear path through the blood, as if her body knows the torture her soul is in, and tries to wash her off of all the pain.
To watch this feels like a privilege, something so magical that my sinful eyes were undeserving to witness. Yet I'm selfish, and I watch such a broken beauty with all my demons on my side.
She tries to support herself up with her trembling arms as it was clear that her victim didn't die, and her rare beauty of stubborn determination gleams through as she wanted to finish what she started.
But I know that she needs rest. Before I could tell my square to not let her go to him, I already hear his voice saying what I thought.
And she doesn't protest. Once she was completely resting against my worker's chest, I made my way out of the overseer room and to my own. I walk through my black hallway in my apartment, and as soon as I arrived at the end, the elevator doors already open to reveal my worker with a sleeping Esmeray in his arms.
