The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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I opened my eyes to a blur of white walls and bright lights. Confusion and fear mingled in my mind as I tried to grasp where I was. My heart raced as I attempted to move, only to find myself restrained in a chair. Panic surged through me, causing my breaths to quicken.

“What’s going on?” I demanded, the words sounding hollow and desperate in the sterile room.

Bruce, a man I once thought was a friend, loomed over me with a cruel smile etched across his face. Stella stood beside him, her expression cold and detached. They were people I had trusted, but the look in their eyes now sent shivers down my spine.

Without a word, Stella switched on a camera. The red light blinked ominously as she directed it toward me. Fear gripped my chest tighter as I realized the gravity of the situation.

“What is this?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The answer formed in my mind before either of them spoke it aloud.

“There are sick individuals out there who pay to see someone like you suffer,” Stella replied, her voice devoid of any remorse.

My heart sank. Horror swept over me as I understood their twisted intentions. I was a pawn in their grotesque game–a live show for some depraved audience hungry for violence.

Bruce leaned in close, his eyes glinting with a malevolent gleam, “You have no idea the kind of demand there is for this. People have been waiting for your debut.”

I struggled against the restraints, my breaths shallow and rapid. “You can’t do this!” I pleaded, but my words fell on deaf ears.

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, we can, Evie. And we will.”

Dread settled heavily in my stomach as Bruce continued, his voice taunting and cruel. He outlined the torturous fate they had planned for me, relishing the fear that painted my face.

“You’re going to die a slow and painful death,” he sneered. “But first, we’ll have a little fun. I’m thinking we start with an arm. Or maybe a leg? What do you think, Stella?”

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raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. “You can’t just mutilate me!” I protested,

by my terror. Bruce brandished a knife, tracing it against my skin with a sickening delight. The cold steel pressed against my throat, a silent threat

spine.

look so pretty covered in red,” he murmured, his

me to fight, to find a way out of this hell. But as I strained against the bonds, reality settled in the odds were stacked against me, and my captors reveled in their

of their depravity. I was trapped, helpless against their twisted desires.

I whispered, my voice cracking with

No, darling,” Bruce said with a twisted grin. “We’re just giving the people what they want.”

behind him, still grinning. “Maybe I could flay you first. Have you watch the whole thing as I drag this knife down that perfect little

at my chest.

knife with a sinister glint in his eye. My heart pounded, my muscles tensing as he pressed the blade against my neck.

in their sick game. I braced myself for the pain to come, praying for a miracle that seemed out of reach in this stark, white–walled

phone. Her eyes were fixed on the screen,

casually. “Our viewers want something

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shot her a sharp glare. “Then what are you suggesting, Stella?”

the room, then nodded at a box in the corner. “What’s in

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spine as I watched Bruce’s expression grow tense. He shifted his eyes to me for a brief second, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it was hesitation. But it was quickly overshadowed

the box, retrieving bottles filled with harsh–looking chemical mixtures. He grunted as he

gasped, struggling against my ropes.

like hell if they touched your skin,” Bruce warned, holding the bottles up for the

camera.

to the impending torture, her eyes lighting up with a perverse excitement. “That’s what the viewers want to see,” she remarked, her voice filled with an eerie satisfaction. “The money and bets

dire with each passing moment. The realization that

he grasped the bottles, his eyes darting between the chemicals and me. Was there a chance, a