He was the King of the board and the game was just entertainment for him, a smile carved onto his handsome face as he knocked off every other player from his path. Every failed attack from the opposition would have the noose drawn tighter around your neck and your feet lifting further off of the ground as the rope split your skin. And once you were in his grasp, there was no getting away. No one would save you. No one would speak out. After all, he was the King, the underground was is Kingdom, the world was his arena and I was at the centre of it. The first book in the 'Blood is Art' series. WARNING: 18+ MATURE CONTENT