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"But why do we have to do this today?" I whined like a little girl. "I'm tired, and I wanna go to bed."
"We're going to do this today because I say so," Oliver answered just a little too cheerfully.
My heart and stomach- no, strike that, all the organs in my ribcage -plummeted to the molten center of the Earth. 'No, no, they're going to kill me sooner!' "B-But... Oliver, why? The Axis might leave you sooner if you awaken them all now."
He paused in his steps for a split second, and then continued on like nothing had been said. "Oh come now, I doubt anything so drastic would happen just by awakening Nicolo. Even if he is notably one of the most ruthless out of all of us. And don't forget, my dear friend Arthur was given back yesterday. He'll have given our location to your first player friends. They'll be coming for you."
"And yet you're going to kill me if I go with you!" I shouted, wrenching my wrist free and taking three steps back.
"Oh, so he told you," Oliver said with a menacing tone as he turned slowly to face me. The widest, most manic grin I had ever seen was spread across his face, showing teeth and the tip of his tongue. "That you're going to die."
"Pity, I would have liked to let you live without knowing for a little while longer," he continued after a moment, taking a few steps forward.
"Why is that?" I asked, matching him by stepping back the same amount of paces.
"Well, I wanted to see how things would turn out. The surprise on your face when we finally revealed your fate, that would have been a delicious sight to see."
'Oh, my god...' "You need me alive," I reminded him.
"Not as alive as you'd like to believe," he corrected, rushing at me suddenly. A burning, sharp pain ripped through my stomach and caused me to cry out as I fell to my knees, my shaky hands wrapped around the hilt of the knife in me.
"That's a good girl, alright then," Oliver said as he stood in front of me and forced my chin up to look at him. "Now you're going to listen up well, love. I don't care how you die, as long as it is painful and makes you scream as loud as possible. And trust me, a million different ways fit my specifications. Between the eleven of us, that could well mean you are going to feel like you're dying a thousand times over every second. Do you want that?"
"N... No..." I whispered, my bright eyes wide with fear and wet with tears.
"Then I suggest you follow my lead," he snarled, gripping my jaw until it hurt and I whimpered. "Do we understand each other?"
I didn't need to respond that time, he hauled me to my feet and pushed me into the room before I agreed. My cheek hit the ground and I gasped, feeling the blade shift around in my intestines. Chains rattled and some people were laughing amongst themselves while I could barely lift my head and focus my vision on anything. But somehow I did it, and what I saw only made the cruel reality seem that much more, well, real.
"Please, please, don't do this," Erika sobbed where she sat, her wrists manacled to two posts in the ground, one on either side of her. An identical set stood across the room from her. I could only assume they were for me. "I'm one of you, you can't kill me."
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