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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a chilling smile. “Surprise me, Bruce.”

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

skin with a sickening delight. The cold steel pressed against my throat, a silent threat that sent

spine.

to look so pretty covered in red,” he

me, urging me to fight, to find a way out of this hell. But

true depth of their depravity. I was

monsters,” I whispered, my voice cracking with

with a twisted grin. “We’re just giving the people

as he pulled a knife out from behind him, still grinning. “Maybe I could flay you first. Have you watch the

heart raced, terror clawing at

pounded, my muscles tensing as he pressed the blade against my neck.

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

Stella, her callousness chilling as she casually scrolled through her phone. Her eyes were fixed

are boring,” she remarked casually. “Our viewers want something more… creative to torment Evie with.”

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shot her a sharp glare. “Then what are

scanned the room, then nodded at a box in the corner. “What’s in there?”

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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 by his compliance with Stella’s disturbing desires.

harsh–looking chemical mixtures. He grunted as he hauled one bottle out of the box and began prowling toward me with it, a look of promise in his eyes.

I gasped,

they touched your skin,” Bruce warned, holding the bottles up

camera.

torture, her eyes lighting up with a perverse excitement. “That’s what the viewers want to see,” she remarked, her voice

threatened to engulf me entirely. The situation grew more dire with each passing moment. The realization

trembled as he grasped the bottles, his eyes darting between the chemicals and me. Was there a chance, a glimmer of mercy beneath