Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
DELANEY
 
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The Grim Reaper was unconsciously lying on the ground. I won. Like always.
The speaker came back into the ring and checked his pulse. Then, he gave me a little nod — telling me he was alive.
"The winner of this round is the Survivor! I hope you were betting on the right person!" He cheered and everyone applauded.
Smiling, I felt accepted — not like an outcast. My eyes looked around before stopping again at Mr. Sanchez — he was staring at me.
My smile faded. His gaze gave me goosebumps. Looking away, I turned to leave the ring. I saw Alex at the end of the ring and went to him.
"I knew you would win," he smiled happily and hugged me, which made me moan in pain. "I think I broke my rib," I hissed as he let go of me to support me.
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Tonight, another Grim Reaper is going to visit me.
For fun. Yeah.
Brownie is coming for some bum bum tonight. I hope he knows I like to play rough, just like he does with my boobs.
My eyes are fixed on the clock. It's midnight, and he hasn't arrived yet. I thought he had skipped our playtime for tonight, until I hear the door quietly open.
My eyes dart from the clock to the door. "I thought you forgot about me," I mutter with a little smile.
"How could I forget about you? I can't stop thinking about those cherries," he replies, closing the door behind him. Then, he approaches me.
"Then come here, play with them. Let's play some adult games." I give him a naughty smile. "You are really delusional," he chuckles, sitting on the bed next to me.
"Shh, be quiet, or the guards will stop our game night." I put my hand over his mouth, glancing toward the door.
He removes my hand. "Don't worry, I gave them some tea before I came to play with you. They are asleep now." He pushes me down onto the bed.
I gasp as my back hits the soft mattress. Then, he pushes my shirt up, revealing my breasts. Spreading my legs, he hovers over me.
It's like déjà vu. His hands grasp my breasts, squeezing them together, before his mouth covers both of my nipples and sucks on them. His erection is grinding against my crotch.
I try to stay calm to avoid getting triggered. I need to play to his pleasure until he frees me. I whine as he bites my nipples.
"They feel so soft," he mutters with a groan, his hands roughly kneading my breasts. I can feel his erection growing harder in his pants.
"And you feel so hard," I fake a moan, arching my back, which is a mistake. It gives him more access to my breasts. I hiss in pain as he bites and nibbles harder on the swell of my breast.
Having had enough of his assault, I grasp his head — since he has no hair — and pull his face up. "Could you unchain me? I can't play like this," I pout.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," he hums, attacking my neck. "B-But how shall I play with your dick? It feels big, I need two hands," I mutter as his face buries in my neck.
"You are such a little delusional whore," he grunts. "Are you wet?" Before his hand can sneak into my pants, I grasp his wrist and put it back on my breast.
"You are not allowed to play with my pussy until you let me suck you. You promised me." I lick my lips, feigning anticipation.
"Fine." He moves his hips closer to my face.