Page 82 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“He was, and I will punish him for that myself. However, I did not like to see him in such a state. You are all soon to be facing punishments for transgressions as of late.”

“Even me?” Alby squeaks.

“Yes,” Ezla replies tonelessly. “You almost died.”

“S-sorry!” he rushes out. “I didn’t mean to!”

“I am well aware, Puppet. However, punishing you will calm my mind to remind me I still have you in my grasp to do what I please with.”

“That logic is a little twisted,” I mutter, stabbing at the beans on the side of my plate.

“Twistedly delicious.” Tiger triple winks at HC.

Tate’s wink is much more natural than his. “Agreed, baby. You can punish me all you want, for anything you want.”

She hums, then gets back on topic. “We do not have time to search the penthouse before Game 5, but we will do so afterwards. As for The Maze again, we will of course simply find each other by figuring out who is closest to whom as we work our way towards the middle. Kill whoever you come across.”

“Easy-peasy,” I grumble.

Vengeance slides an unimpressed look my way, then demands, “Questions?”

Scotty blows out a heavy breath after a few beats. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” And that’s that.

Looking down at my plate after my gaze lingers on Ezla as she eats quietly, I copy her actions with my own food. Honestly, there really isn’t much more to say about Game 5; what she said encompasses it all. And I know both from TV and from lessons at EvTS that the middle of the maze holds an Avri platform that’s not connected to any one individual’s cluster that will raise us up and out of the contraption when it senses our full Bonded group on top of it. It will carry us all the way to the arena floor outside before returning to its position.

“Isn’t she so pretty?”

Blinking, I freeze mid-chew, flicking my eyes up to find Tiger attempting to whisper with Alby, who looks mortified, obviously aware—unlike his best friend—that those words were not as quiet as he thought they were.

“So cute,” he gushes, continuing on without pause. “And we’re so going to do that thing Cooper and Scotty did. She’s so seduced by me, she won’t be able to resist when I ask her next time—”

“Tiger.”

He pops up, eyes wide. Then he plasters a wide smile on, elated by Vengeance’s attention. “Yes, Ezzy?”

“I can hear everything you are saying, and even if I could not, your unspoken thoughts about attempting to fit inside my pussy at the same time as Alby are even louder than your whispers.”

Alby chokes on his water, and Scotty pinches the bridge of his nose, but he can’t hide his amusement.

“But since you are so eager, why not try asking me politely?”

“Oh, of course!” Wasting no time, no shame at all, he clasps his hands together in a prayer motion and gives her puppy-dog eyes. “Please let me and my bestie stuff you full of us in every way we can! I’ve been waiting so long!”

She stares.

“Pleeeeeease!” he wails next, tipping his head back to the ceiling. “I was such a good boy last night!”

“Hmmm . . . you were,” Ezla muses.

“Is that a yes?” Eagerness wraps around every inch of him.

“Hm.”

“It’s a yes!” he cries and throws his arms out wide. Then he whips his head Alby’s way. “Did you hear that, Bestie?!”

“Y-yes,” he squeaks, pupils blown out to expose his desire while his entire face burns several shades deeper.