The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Adieu

Zeke’s POV

A wave of determination swept over me as I surveyed my companions, their faces set in grim determination.

Standing beside me, Alina’s face showed the evidence of a fierce battle, with bruises and scratches marring her features. A silent fire of determination burned in her dark eyes, reflecting her unwavering resolve. The moment our eyes met, she offered a warm smile and a subtle nod of recognition. Nearby, Ettie stood with a resolute expression, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. The dimly lit alcove revealed the haunting sight of bruises marred across her skin, some of which were self–inflicted, and a bandaged bruise on her neck provided an additional grim detail.

And then there was Victor, his face contorted with a mix of agony and fury, his nose visibly swollen and blood streaming down his face from Alina’s forceful strike. As he struggled against the ropes that bound him, his eyes burned with venomous anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Inhaling deeply, I braced myself, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness for what awaited me.

“We need to make this look convincing,” My voice, low and intense, conveyed my message, though I directed most of my words towards Victor. I fixed my gaze on him, studying his every expression, desperately hoping he grasped the gravity of the situation. “You might think this only helps us, but it helps you, too. The sooner you help us leave, the sooner we’ll stop bothering you.”

Despite his muttered complaints, Victor’s weary expression betrayed his own longing to depart. Moreover, the scarcity of food in the forest was becoming increasingly apparent as the number of contenders diminished day by day. It was nothing short of a surprise that all four of us remained trapped and unable to get

out.

With a firm nod, Alina’s eyes sparkled with determination, her voice steady and

resolute.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to get out of here.”

Ettie stepped forward, her eyes darting back and forth between us. “I’ll make sure it looks real. But we need to be careful. If we mess this up, it could mean the

end for all of us.”

The plan was simple. We had to make it look like we were fighting amongst ourselves, like we were willing to tear each other apart to get out of this hellhole. The key to everything lies with Victor’s father. With his power, he has the ability to free us from this ongoing nightmare, and finally bring an end to the Mating Run. However, in order to do that, Victor had no choice but to plead and beg him for his intervention on our behalf.

Victor, naturally, wasn’t too enthusiastic about the idea. He thought it was a lost cause, that his father wouldn’t lift a finger to help us. However, we were left with no other option. Time was slipping away, and the urgency of the situation pressed upon us. If we didn’t take action soon, our fate would be sealed in this

place.

and faces contorted with anger, creating the illusion of a heated conflict. Swinging

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hatred that consumed him. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut he knew that we were about to subject him to the humiliating plea for his father’s mercy, as the camera loomed ominously. But he had no choice. If he wanted to survive and experience the outside world once more, he had no choice but to play

limply, as if they were made of lead, but I paid no mind. As I released the

and Ettle trailed behind, their eyes ablaze with a resolute determination that

atmosphere grew heavy with unease. He could feel the weight of the impending spotlight, knowing he would

of panic washed over me as he suddenly bolted away. My anger surged through me, causing my blood to boll as I unleashed a torrent of curses and leapt forward, my hand

“F**k!”

f**k, Victor!” Ettle screamed, the sound of her footsteps pounding against the ground as she ran after him. She quickly turned her head, meeting my gaze, and then directed her finger towards

after him. Much to my astonishment, the chase was disappointingly short–lived. Despite the rush of adrenaline in his veins, Victor’s running skills left much to be desired. After running for a few

Victor’s cry echoed through the air as his body crumpled beneath Ettie’s weight, hitting the dirt. With haste, I lunged forward, seizing Victor by the collar and hoisting him up with a swift, abrupt motion. I could feel his resistance as he strained

growl rumbled deep in my throat, a low and menacing sound as I locked eyes with

eyes glared back at me, seething with a mixture of anger and

any

all just a bunch

with pent–up frustration. I made a conscious effort to

I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “We’re getting out

marched forward with unwavering determination. As we approached the camera, Victor’s resolve faltered, his steps slowing and uncertainty clouding his face. With a moment’s hesitation, his eyes darted around in a panicked frenzy, desperately searching for an exit. But there was nowhere to

of the crowd. “Please, just let me go. I

to escape from our grasp. No matter the obstacles that lay ahead, we were unwavering in

in my chest, as Victor’s voice echoed through

the air.

“Victor Craft.”

muttered under his breath, his voice a desperate yet determined whisper. I couldn’t believe my eyes as all the cameras suddenly swiveled towards him, their red lights transforming into a haunting,

me. As we stood there, caught off guard by the unforeseen camera change, a heavy sense of anticipation hung in the air,

a message to

could feel my jaw clenching and my muscles tightening as I listened intently, waiting for what would come next. This was the moment we had been waiting for opportunity to

our

ringing out with