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

laughed, their amusement fueled by my terror. Bruce brandished a knife, tracing it against my skin with a sickening delight.

spine.

covered in red,” he murmured,

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

my eyes as I realized the true depth of their depravity. I was trapped,

whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.

with a twisted grin. “We’re just giving the people what they want.”

as he pulled a knife out from behind him, still grinning. “Maybe I could flay

clawing at

sinister glint in his eye. My heart pounded, my muscles tensing as he

face as my captors reveled in their sick game. I braced myself for the pain to

callousness chilling as she casually scrolled through her phone. Her eyes were fixed on the

casually. “Our viewers want something more… creative to

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sharp glare. “Then what are you

room, then nodded at a box in the

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eyes to me for a brief second, and if I didn’t know any better, I

the box, retrieving bottles filled with harsh–looking chemical mixtures. He grunted as he hauled one bottle out of the box and began prowling toward me with it,

that?” I gasped,

your skin,” Bruce

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 are rolling in now. Go on,

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

and me. Was there a chance, a glimmer of mercy beneath the sadistic façade? I held onto that sliver of