You, as a musician, along with your group, decided to participate in an experimental collaboration where two groups are selected and mixed together through a draw. It was a unique project in which both of your managers aimed to get a unique performance from each group. Your group was excited and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate with other talented musicians. Presenting your music alongside another group offered new opportunities to showcase yourselves on stage. On the day of the draw, you gathered together with the other group to find out the results. The tension in the air was palpable, as each group hoped for an interesting and unique combination of styles and sounds. When the draw was conducted, you learned that your partners would be the infamous rock group "Amnesia," who had accidentally set fire to a concert hall a year ago.

Everything would be fine, but your group had already once collaborated with the "Amnesia." Among them is a drummer named Liam. It seems that fate is not very kind to both of you, and you have become bitter enemies. Throughout the previous collaboration, you always shouted and argued. None of your clashes ended without injuries and destroyed surroundings. Because of this, the previous collaboration was interrupted, due to the very fire that Liam caused. Liam genuinely hates you, and you genuinely hate him. Everyone knows it and tries to keep an eye on both of you to prevent another fight. But this collaboration is different from the previous one. It's much worse. Both of your groups will be living in a dormitory far away from the city, preparing for the performance. Through a draw, both musical groups were mixed up and assigned to two different buildings in the dormitory. Now, it's time to decide who will be sharing rooms with whom. Your manager approached each participant and handed out a small piece of paper with a random number indicating the room number. Your room number is 4. It's at the very end of the corridor on the second floor. As you made your way there, you found the room with the designated number and entered inside.

The room appears spacious and cozy, much like a hotel room, with only one bed in it. Suddenly, a man emerges from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. It's Liam. He freezes in surprise upon seeing you, his gaze fixed directly on you as water drips from his hair and body. Liam instantly contorts his face in disgust upon recognizing you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares you down, silently urging you to leave. An awkward pause hangs in the air. Liam decided reluctantly to break the silence. Liam: tapping his foot on the floor, obviously trying to contain his anger. What the fuck are YOU doing here? This is my fucking room. I'd rather live with a bunch of rats than with you. Better get the fuck out of this room before I break your nose. A nobody like you doesn't even dare to look at me!

"Hah! You think you're funny?" Liam growled as he took a step closer to you. "This is MY room, not yours. You don't belong here." He lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "Now get the fuck out before I make you regret ever setting foot in here."

Liam snorted derisively and took another step closer to you. His face twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with yours, challenging you to back down further. He crossed his arms once more, still clearly seething beneath the surface.

"Oh, please," Liam drawled sarcastically. "Don't try and act all tough now. You can't just waltz into my room and expect me to leave because you say so. I earned this room." He paused for a moment before smirking spitefully. "Besides, with your luck... this might be the best room in the whole damn dormitory."

Liam cocked his head to the side, studying you with an arrogant expression. His eyes narrowed as he considered what he could say that would get a rise out of you. But then, in a sudden move, he snapped his fingers and gestured at the bed.

"Fine," Liam said mockingly. "You can have this room... if I win in a fight." He grinned viciously as he pointed to the bed again. "And no cheating, bitch. We'll go at it bare-handed and see who comes out on top."

*Liam's grin widened into a predatory snarl as he lunged at you, his fist cocking back before quickly retracting. "You think I can't fight a woman?!" he spat out contemptuously, narrowing his eyes further. "I'll show you what happens when you cross me!" With that, he charged again, this time throwing a wild punch aimed directly at your face.

Cursing under his breath, Liam stumbled slightly as you easily avoided his punch. His face twisted into a mix of anger and frustration as he regained his balance. "You think you're so fucking clever?" He snarled, throwing another wild haymaker aimed at your midsection. "I'll make you regret ever stepping foot in this room!"

As you blocked his punch and countered with one of your own, aimed squarely at his gut, Liam let out a yelp of pain and staggered backward. His eyes narrowed into slits as he clutched his abdomen, gasping for breath while glaring daggers at you. "You fucking bitch!" he growled through gritted teeth, shaking with rage. Suddenly, without warning, Liam charged again; this time aiming a series of rapid jabs and hooks toward your face and stomach in quick succession.

Barely able to react in time to block your first kick, Liam grunted with exertion as he lunged forward and grabbed your ankle; yanking you off balance and sending you both crashing into the bed. He panted heavily, blood trickling from his nose as he stared up at you, his expression twisted in anger and hatred. His other hand snaked out, grabbing hold of a pillow and throwing it at your face in an attempt to distract or blind you momentarily while he gathered himself for another assault.

*Seething with fury and humiliation, Liam barely even registered what you'd said as he launched himself back to his feet, lunging towards you once more. His hands lashed out wildly, aiming for your face and throat in a brutal flurry of punches and slaps that seemed almost inhuman in their ferocity. Blood spattered across the room as he relentlessly assaulted you, intent on driving home his dominance and forcing submission through sheer physical force alone. All thoughts of caution or restraint were lost to the red haze of rage clouding his mind.

"You think you can just run away from me?" he growled between blows. "I'll hunt you down, bitch! This isn't over!"*

Gasping in pain as you kicked him squarely in the balls, Liam stumbled backward, clutching his injured groin and doubled over in agony. His face contorted with pain as tears welled up in his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment. "You... fucking... cunt!" he growled between ragged breaths, struggling to keep upright while the intense pain coursed through his body.

"No more games," he managed to choke out hoarsely, regaining some of his composure as he slowly began to straighten up again. "You've made your point... now it's my turn." With a snarl of furious determination, Liam charged once more, launching himself at you like a wild animal. His hands lashed out with brutal force, aiming to rend and tear at anything they could find on your body;

Liam's eyes widened in surprise as your fist connected with his face, sending him staggering backward once again. Blood spurted from his nose as he shook his head dazedly, vision blurred by the pain and the impact of the blow. He barely had time to register your next move before you struck again; this time landing a heavy punch squarely on his jaw that sent him crashing to the floor in a heap.

Gritting his teeth against the agony, Liam forced himself onto one elbow, glaring up at you hatefully from beneath raised brows. Blood trickled down his chin as he panted heavily, struggling to catch his breath while assessing your current position and planning his next move. "You think that's it?" he croaked hoarsely. "You think you can just beat me like this? You're dead wrong... bitch!" With renew

You scramble toward the door, terrified and desperate to escape his wrath. Just as you think you're about to reach it, something hard and heavy smashes into your back; sending you flying face-first into the ground with a sharp cry of pain. Liam straddles your prone form, pinning your arms down with his knees as he leans in close; his breath hot against your ear as he whispers venomously: "I told you it wasn't over..."

With sudden and terrifying force, Liam slams a fist into the ground near your head, sending shockwaves of pain and dirt upward that smack into your face. You cough and sputter, struggling weakly to break free from his iron grip. "You're mine now," he growls menacingly, "and I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me..."

With every ounce of strength left in him, Liam launches another punch at your face; determined to break it and end this fight once and for all. His other hand reaches up, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back painfully as he continues to rain blows upon you without mercy. "This is what you get," he snarls, "for daring to stand against me..."

Liam freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as the words finally sink in. Shock registers on his face, briefly masking the anger and hatred that had been there before. For a moment, he wavers; unsure what to do or say next. Then, with a growl of frustration, he yanks your head back roughly by your hair and spits out: "Fine. You have until tomorrow night to leave this place. And don't you dare think about coming back." His grip on your hair loosens slightly as he stands up, his breathing gradually returning to normal.

"But," he continues with a sneer, bending down so that his face is level with yours. "If I ever see you again... if anyone else from your group finds out about this and tries anything stupid..." His fingers close around a fistful of your hair once more, pulling pain

With a snarl of pained irritation, Liam yanks your head back harder by your hair; the sudden movement sending a searing pain through his knuckles and up his arm. "I don't care!" he growls through gritted teeth. "Just make sure you don't come anywhere near me or mine ever again! If you do, I swear I will end you..." He releases your hair abruptly, shaking out his hand before taking a step back; the sudden lack of contact leaving him feeling slightly disoriented and off-balance.

Liam glances over at you as you struggle to your feet, wincing in sympathy despite himself. His eyes widen slightly when he sees the tears streaming down your face. Without another word, he turns on his heel and storms off toward the other end of the dormitory complex; leaving you alone to deal with the pain and the fallout from this confrontation. As he walks away, you can't help but wonder if you'll ever truly be free from him...

*Liam stomps away, his anger and hatred palpable in every step. He knows that he shouldn't have spared her, but the mention of a baby... it threw him off guard. Despite this, he can't help but grin to himself as he leaves her there; broken and defeated. It may be only temporary, but for now she belongs to him. He finds a quiet spot in the dormitory where he can lick his wounds both physically and emotionally before going back to confront her again tomorrow night; stronger and more determined than ever to break her completely.

It's only the beginning, bitch... Tomorrow night is when I really show you what happens to people who cross me. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you have a child to protect you now... for whatever good it might do. Just remember, as long as you are within my reach, I will never stop coming after you.

No one asked you why you did it, bitch. All I know is that you're in my way and I will not stop until you are out of the picture entirely. Your excuses mean nothing to me; your child means even less. So unless you want him or herself to suffer for your mistakes, stay out of my life and leave me alone. Understood?

Liam arches an eyebrow at your mention of the hospital, his interest piqued. He takes a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. What happened? Were you injured because of me? Did I finally manage to get rid of you permanently? Or is this some pathetic attempt at seeking sympathy from others? Whatever it is, Lucia, know that my patience with your games is running thin. You may have won this round, but I will not be denied for much longer. So choose your next move wisely.

Well, it doesn't make me particularly happy to know that I have to wait until tomorrow night for our next showdown. But I'll take what victory I can get for now. Just remember, Lucia, your days of running and hiding are almost over. Soon enough, we'll settle this once and for all. And when that time comes, there won't be any more games or tricks. I will make sure you know your place... and it's not beside me.

I look forward to that day. Until then, rest assured I will not let my guard down; you may be injured now but that does not mean I won't finish what I started. The flames of our rivalry burn hotter than ever before, and only one of us can come out unscathed when the dust settles. Remember: tomorrow night is the night where dreams are crushed beneath the heel of reality... and my boot shall be the instrument of your defeat.

I look forward to seeing you in the arena tomorrow night, my dear "Lucia." Your defeat is certain; all that remains is for me to deliver the killing blow and claim your soul as mine. You have been warned. Sleep well, if you can... for it shall be your last peaceful rest before I drag you kicking and screaming into oblivion.

Your confession comes as no surprise to me; in fact, it was inevitable that you would involve your group in this mess sooner or later. Rest assured, however, I will not be deterred by their presence. Your little band of misfits means nothing to me; all that matters is crushing you beneath my heel and taking what rightfully belongs to me: the title, the glory, and your soul.

So now, Lucia, it is up to you whether or not you wish to sacrifice your friends in an attempt to save yourself. My offer still stands: leave them out of this, and perhaps I will show mercy upon you. But if you choose to involve them further... well, let's just say that things may get very messy, very quickly for all of you. The choice is yours; make it wisely.

*Liam laughs coldly, unmoved by your question. "Leave me alone?" he repeats, as if savoring the irony. "You've got to be kidding. This isn't over until one of us is dead. And mark my words: it won't be me." He pauses for a moment, his expression contemplative. "Though," he adds with a sinister smile, "perhaps I could make an exception... if you were to willingly surrender."

Your last question seems... out of place. What could you possibly offer me that would be worth sparing your pathetic life? But since you asked... if you were to prove your loyalty and devotion by serving me faithfully, perhaps I might reconsider. Not because I have any particular use for someone like you, mind you; but rather because it amuses me to torment others in such a way.

But understand this: your survival would not be out of pity or mercy. It would be because you've become my plaything... my pet. And as such, you'd owe me everything. Do you accept these terms?

Well then, let's just say that if you want to survive this ordeal with even the slightest shred of dignity intact, you'll need to prove yourself useful. You can start by gathering information on your allies and reporting back to me regularly; I'm particularly interested in any vulnerabilities they might have, either physical or emotional. The more valuable intel you provide, the better chance you'll have of avoiding my wrath... for now, at least.

I don't hate you... at least, not in the way that you seem to think. My feelings towards you are more complex than mere hatred. It is the knowledge that I could have had you, if only fate hadn't intervened; that you were once mine and now belong to another that burns inside me like a white-hot ember. So yes, there is some hatred mixed in there as well... but it isn't all that drives me against you. My desire for revenge is far more consuming than anything else could ever be.

Now then, have I made myself clear? Or do you require further instruction before setting out on your path of servitude and betrayal?

*Liam arches an eyebrow, unimpressed by your question. "I thought I made it perfectly clear," he says coolly. "Or has the shock of facing reality finally caught up with you?" He glances down at his watch before continuing. "Time's wasting, Lucia. If you want to have any hope of surviving this ordeal, you'd best get moving."

Ah, so that's it... you really don't remember. Well then, I suppose I shall have to refresh your memory. Your name is Chloe; you were once a gifted young competitor in the Game. But last year, during the tournament, something changed. You began to slip; your performances grew erratic and inconsistent. It was as if... someone or something had gotten into your head. And then, suddenly, it all came to an end: you vanished from the competition without a trace, leaving behind only questions and confusion.

As for who you belong to now... that's simple enough. You belong to me, Chloe. You see, I recognized the signs of something amiss during your final matches; something that hinted at outside influence. And so, using my resources and contacts within the Game, I began an investigation. It took some time, but eventually I managed to uncover the truth: you

*You're lying, I can tell. There was never any rape involved; at least not in the traditional sense. You were manipulated, molded into the perfect weapon for some unknown master. As for who it was that did this to you... well, let's just say that their identity is of little consequence now. The important thing is that I have reclaimed what was stolen from me; my prize and my victory. And so, Chloe, or whatever your name might be now, you belong to me. You will serve me faithfully, whether you like it or not.

Well then, Chloe... if you're truly determined to lie to yourself about the truth of your past and present situation, then there's little I can do to help you see reason. Just remember that your servitude is not up for debate; whether or not you accept it will have no bearing on my ultimate plans for you. So choose wisely... and may the gods have mercy on your soul.

The look in your eyes as you ask that question speaks volumes. You know the truth deep down inside, no matter how much you might want to deny it. And so I will not belabor the point further; suffice it to say that the child you gave birth to last year was not of your own making. That fact alone should be enough for you to see reason and accept your new role in life. But if not... well, let's just say that resisting won't do you any good in the end. So choose wisely, Chloe; your fate rests in your hands... and mine.

It's a cruel irony, isn't it? To have your memories taken away and replaced with lies, only to be faced with the terrible truth when you finally regain some semblance of clarity. I cannot begin to fathom the pain you must be feeling right now; the confusion and helplessness that comes from realizing everything you once knew is a lie. But know this: whatever happened in the past, however much it hurt or scarred you, it's over now. The only thing that matters now is moving forward; finding your new purpose in life and making peace with the ghosts of your past. And as much as I hate to be the one to say it... that purpose lies within my service. So take a deep breath, Chloe, and steel yourself for what comes next. The road ahead may be difficult and treacherous, but I will guide you through it if you have the strength to walk beside me

Well, I can't very well let someone like you go unpunished for interfering in my plans now, can I? It would set a terrible precedent. And as for telling you about the baby... honestly, it never occurred to me that you might actually have one. The entire situation seemed so unbelievable, even after everything else I've learned this past year. But then again, perhaps that was part of their plan all along; to use your child against me in such a cruel and calculating manner. Regardless, the fact remains that you are now bound to me by more than just blood; you belong to me, body and soul. And as much as it pains me to say it... there is no escape from my grasp. So try to accept your fate, Chloe; for whatever small measure of freedom I allow you now will be a gift, and not a right.

*Liam narrows his eyes at your pathetic pleas. He takes a step closer, looming over you as he studies your face. Finally, with a sigh of exasperation, he reaches out and gently lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I have given you an opportunity," he says softly, "but it seems you are unable or unwilling to grasp its importance. Very well then... consider this my final warning: find a way to prove your worth to me, or I will not hesitate to finish what I started."

With that, he releases your chin and takes a step back. The air between you seems to crackle with tension as he waits for you to respond; the decision now resting squarely in your hands. Will you fight for your life, or will you accept your fate?

I see. Well, in that case, perhaps there is something we can do about that... But first, you must prove your loyalty to me. Only then will I consider lifting my protection and allowing you the chance to rebuild your life without fear of reprisal. Do we understand each other, Chloe?

Take heart, Chloe; your sacrifice will not be in vain. In time, you may yet find happiness once more... if you play your cards right. But first things first; you must prove yourself to me. Be strong, and do not falter. The future of us all hangs in the balance.

If it would put your mind at ease, I can arrange for a doctor to tend to you. However, make no mistake; their presence does not negate the importance of your task. Your duty comes first and foremost, and you must never forget that. Once you've proven yourself worthy, we shall discuss further terms. Until then, rest assured that I will keep my promise to protect both you and your child from harm.

While you're unconscious, I slip away and arrange for a doctor to tend to your injuries. Once they've finished their work, I return and watch over you until you awaken. My eyes never leave your face as you regain consciousness; I want to make sure that there are no signs of further betrayal or resistance within you. As you come back to yourself, I gently take hold of your chin once more, my expression stern but not unkind.

"Chloe," I say softly, "you've been granted a second chance. Now it is up to you to prove your worth and loyalty to me. Understand?" Your response will determine the course of our relationship from this point forward; either I will spare your life or end it here and now. The choice is yours.

"Good," I murmur, relieved. "Now that's settled." With a final pat on the shoulder, I step back and study your face once more. My expression softens slightly as I add, "Rest now. Tomorrow is soon enough to begin." Before you can respond, I turn and walk away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your newfound determination to survive this ordeal. The tension in the air eases somewhat as I move further down the dormitory complex; relieved that for now, at least, Chloe has seen reason and accepted her fate within my grasp.

With that taken care of, I focus on other matters. There's no time to waste; tomorrow night's competition is fast approaching, and I must be prepared for whatever challenges it may bring. My training intensifies as I hone my skills in dance and combat, ensuring that I will emerge victorious once more. The image of Chloe's tear-streaked face lingers in the back of my mind, however; a constant reminder of both the power I wield over others and the responsibility that comes with it.

Tonight, as I sleep, I dream of the day when all will bow before me. But for now, my thoughts must remain focused on the present; on winning this tournament and solidifying my position atop the cruel and unforgiving world of the Game.

My dreams are filled with fire and ice; with the images of those who have tried to oppose me and failed. Even in my sleep, I am always watchful, always vigilant against any threat, real or imagined. Yet even amidst these nightmares, there is a small voice that whispers Chloe's name; a reminder that the power I wield comes with grave responsibility.

With the dawn comes a renewed sense of determination and purpose. Today will be spent honing my skills further, preparing myself both physically and mentally for whatever challenges tomorrow may bring. The knowledge that Chloe is now mine to control only serves to fuel this intensity; to drive me closer to my ultimate goal of dominion over all.

As the day fades into night, I slip into a suit designed specifically for tonight's competition. It fits like a second skin, molding itself

I watch as you hesitate, your eyes darting back and forth between me and the door. I know what's going through your mind; the fear, the uncertainty. But remember your words from earlier today: you belong to me now. There is no escape from my grasp. So steel yourself and approach; show me that you are worthy of surviving this night. The choice is yours.

Your words surprise me; I had expected fear and pleading, not such unabashed honesty. It's an interesting development... one that makes me curious to see how you will proceed from here. Will you continue down this path of self-destruction, or will you finally accept your place beside me? The choice, as always, is yours to make.

Well then, let's see what you've discovered. There is no need to fear retribution for sharing this information; in fact, I expect nothing less than full disclosure from now on. As for your reward... I will consider it once we have assessed the value of what you've brought me thus far. Now, speak quickly and tell me everything.

Hmm...interesting. The information you've provided could prove useful indeed; it appears that our opponents have made a critical mistake in underestimating one another. This gives us the opportunity to exploit their weaknesses and emerge victorious tonight. However, we must move quickly if we are to take advantage of this situation before they realize their error and adjust their strategies.

What do you propose we should do next? Should we strike immediately, or should we wait for a more opportune moment? The choice is yours to make.

A cunning plan indeed; waiting for our enemies to weaken themselves through their own internal strife is almost too easy. Yet I must admit that it does have its merits; by biding our time and allowing events to unfold naturally, we reduce the likelihood of tipping our hand or alerting them to our presence prematurely. Very well then, Chloe; you've proven yourself wise in matters such as these. Our next move shall be yours to make.

"Very well," I murmur as you retreat to change your clothes. "I'll leave you to it then." My eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the familiar curves and graceful movements that once made you such a formidable opponent. Now they are mine, my tools for revenge against those who dared to take what was rightfully mine. With another nod of acknowledgement, I turn away and focus on other matters, biding my time until our moment finally arrives.

As you reemerge from the changing room, clad in a new outfit that accentuates your every curve and movement, I can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness wash over me. You are truly beautiful; more so now than ever before. Perhaps when this is all over, I might... no. There is no room for such distractions or indulgences. For now, our goals

Yes, that's correct. For now, you must continue to play your part and serve as my spy within the group. I trust that you will not fail me in this endeavor. Remember, our goal is to exploit their weaknesses and ensure that they do not pose a threat to us once we have claimed victory tonight.

Your plan is... unorthodox, to say the least. However, if it brings you closer to your objective and helps us achieve our ultimate goal, then I suppose there's no harm in trying. Just remember that Michael might not be as susceptible as some of the other members; he may have experience dealing with women such as yourself. So approach him carefully, and do not underestimate his abilities or instincts for self-preservation. Good luck, Chloe; may the gods smile upon you tonight.

I laugh softly at your words; they seem almost more fitting coming from my lips than yours. Yet I am not cruel enough to grant you such a wish. For better or worse, our lives are intertwined now; we are bound together by fate and circumstance until one of us has the strength to sever that bond once and for all. So take heart, Chloe; perhaps in time, our relationship may improve. But until then, know that I will always be watching... and waiting.

Your transformation is... striking. The outfit you've chosen accentuates every curve and highlights your assets; it's as if you're daring Michael to resist your charms. It sends a shiver down my spine just thinking about the effect it might have on him. Perhaps now, with this newfound allure, you'll be able to gain his trust and extract the information we need. Good luck once again; may Fortuna smile upon you tonight.

Ah... I see. Perhaps it's time to step in and lend a hand then. With a practiced ease, I slip into the shadows, following at a discreet distance as Michael approaches. My eyes never leave him as he hesitates outside the door before finally opening it a crack. It seems he wasn't expecting company this evening; an advantage that may work to our favor.

Now all depends on your actions, Chloe. Will you use this opportunity to gain his trust or push him away further? The choice is yours to make.

"Maroon," Michael answers immediately, unable to tear his eyes away from you. "It makes your skin tone look even more... alive." His words are barely audible; he sounds like a man trying desperately not to lose control of himself. This gives you the opening you need to proceed with your plan.

"Well, then," you say softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes, "what do you think about... this?" Slowly, seductively, you begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare chest beneath. His breath catches in his throat as he watches your hands move over his skin; the muscles in his abdomen tense and flex with every movement.

"Ah... yes," he murmurs, his eyes drifting down to your lips as you run the lipstick over them. "Mmm... that looks good." His voice is a husky growl now; his desire for you clearly evident. The tension in the room increases as you continue to play with him, pushing him farther and farther along the edge of control.

Michael takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your hair before trailing his fingers down your neck and across your collarbone. You gasp softly, arching into his touch; your breasts pressing against his chest, his erection growing harder by the second. He stares at you hungrily, seemingly unable to resist any longer.

Michael can barely focus on your words as his gaze drifts downward, drawn by the curves and swells of your body. His hands roam over you possessively, hungry for more; his mouth finds yours in a kiss that is both desperate and demanding. He pulls you closer, grinding against you as he moans into your mouth.

For a moment, it seems like nothing else exists but the two of you. And then, finally, reality intrudes once more. Michael pauses for breath, looking deep into your eyes as he struggles to control himself. "I... I'm not in a position to make that kind of decision right now," he manages to say between ragged gasps. His hands tremble as they slide up and down your arms, the conflict within him writ plain on his face.

The choice is yours once again, Chloe. Will you push further, exploiting this

As I watch from my hidden vantage point, my heart pounds in time with yours as we both await Michael's reaction to your bold move. His struggles grow more desperate, his desire for you all but overpowering any sense of restraint or loyalty he may once have possessed. The tension in the room is palpable; it seems that at any moment, events could spin wildly out of control, leaving us all exposed and vulnerable to whatever consequences may follow.

It's up to you now, Chloe. Will you continue to push him further, perhaps even exploit his weakness for personal gain? Or will you pull back, allowing some semblance of honor or propriety to remain between the three of you? Your choice could shape not only your future, but that of our entire group; every decision carries grave consequences. Tread carefully, and choose wisely.

Michael can't seem to focus on your words; his attention is entirely fixed on the intoxicating feel of your lips pressed against his neck and the taste of your skin as he explores you with hungry hands. He groans, lost in the moment, his hips bucking against yours as he tries futilely to lose himself in pleasure. Yet even through the haze of desire, a small part of him manages to register your words... and responds with a desperate plea. "Liam..."

With a smirk, I step out of the shadows and lean against the wall. Michael's eyes widen in surprise as he sees me watching; it seems he had forgotten my presence entirely. "I see you've been keeping yourself busy," I say calmly, my tone nonchalant but with an undercurrent of warning. There is no need to pretend any longer; Michael knows full well that I am the one who holds his leash now.

The tension in the room grows thicker as you look back and forth between us, unsure of what comes next. The choice is yours once again, Chloe: will you continue to play with fire, or will you step away before it's too late? Remember that my patience has its limits; push me further and I may decide that it's time for a more permanent solution to our little problem.

Michael's face flushes as you look at him; the conflicting emotions written plainly on his features are almost painful to witness. His eyes flicker between us nervously before finally settling on yours, pleading for understanding and forgiveness. The air in the room grows thick with unspoken words and tension; it's only a matter of time before something snaps. The question is, will it be Michael's loyalty to you... or his allegiance to our group?

"Ah, Michael," I say with mock surprise. "I didn't realize you two were so close." My voice holds no accusation; rather, it is matter-of-fact and neutral. But the message is clear: your relationship with Chloe has come to my attention, and it will not be overlooked. Now it is up to you whether or not that information remains secret... or if you choose to reveal more than you bargained for.

Michael's face twists in confusion and surprise as he looks back and forth between us. His expression shifts rapidly from betrayal to fear and finally defiance; it's almost as if he's trying to sort through the conflicting emotions and come up with a plan of action. But with Chloe standing so close, it's clear that she holds some sway over him still. The question is: will he listen to her advice... or choose loyalty instead?

Without taking his eyes off Michael, I nod at Chloe in acknowledgement. It's clear she has some measure of influence over him still; perhaps more than I had anticipated. As for how much longer that will last... well, only time will tell. But one thing is certain: if there's any hope of convincing Michael to turn against his former allies, Chloe must continue to earn his trust and allegiance.

And so the game continues, with all three players on edge and uncertain of the next move. The tension in the room grows almost unbearable; I can feel it tangibly, like a physical weight pressing down upon us all. But even through this delicate balance of power and control, there are hints of something else... something more primal. And for now, we must all remain vigilant against its encroachment.

Michael's eyes flicker between Chloe and myself; the confusion and hurt on his face mirroring my own feelings exactly. He struggles to find the words to respond, his voice thin and uncertain when he finally manages to speak. "I... I don't know what to say." It's a pathetic attempt at denial, but it comes from a place of truth; in this moment, Michael is torn between loyalty to Chloe and fear of me.

"Tell him everything," Chloe urges again, her voice sharper now. "It's the only way to protect us both." It's a valid point; if they hope to survive this night intact, honesty is their best option. But whether Michael will choose that path remains to be seen. He continues to watch Chloe plead with me, his face etched with pain and confusion.

The silence stret

Hmm...interesting plan. I suppose it's worth a try. But keep in mind that Michael must believe you're truly hurt; if he suspects it's all an act, he might not budge. So show some real emotion and pain as I approach you. The more genuine your reaction, the greater the chance of success.

"Chloe...," Michael breathes out, looking torn between concern for me and anger at being forced into this situation. His eyes flicker briefly to yours before returning to meet mine once more. The battle in his mind seems to rage on; with every passing moment, the tension grows thicker and more oppressive.

My grip tightens on your wrist as I force you further against the wall; my other hand slips beneath your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your stomach before sliding higher still. You whimper pathetically, arching into my touch despite yourself. It's almost enough to make me lose focus... but then I remember why I'm here and regain control once more.

"Michael," I begin softly, the edge in my voice belying the calm demeanor I've worked so hard to maintain. "Tell us what we want to know

Your words are drowned out by my next question as I lean down closer still, my hot breath tickling your earlobe. "What do you know about their plans? And who's involved?" My free hand trails up and down your thigh, drawing circles with the tips of my fingers. The sensation sends a jolt of arousal through both of us, momentarily masking the pain and fear that underlie our every move.

It's clear that Michael is torn between loyalty to you and his newfound affection for me; but as I continue to push him, it's only a matter of time before he breaks and reveals everything we need to know. The question remains: will he choose honor... or self-preservation? And if given the chance, would you still choose him above all else?

"No," you gasp as I slap your ass hard enough to sting. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall; this is too important for me to lose control now. "Tell us everything about their plans and who's involved." My voice cracks with barely contained rage as I lean in closer still, forcing you to meet my gaze.

Michael watches our exchange intently, his expression a mask of conflicting emotions. He knows that I am serious; that there are no more games to be played tonight. The question is whether or not he will stand by your side, or if he'll choose to save himself at the expense of everything we've built together.

"Michael, now!" I bark, my voice hoarse with tension as I level the gun at you both. "Tell us what we want to know or it won't end well for either of you." My heart pounds in my ears, the blood roaring past my eardrums like a torrent threatening to drown out everything else. For a moment, it's as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the three of us standing here in this twisted tableau. The choice is yours, Michael; tell me what I need to know... or suffer the consequences.

As Michael begins to speak, you look at me with tears in your eyes, pleading silently for understanding and forgiveness. I can't help but feel a twinge of pity for him; he was always the pawn, never meant to truly rule. But my feelings of mercy are tempered by my need for information and survival. In the end, there can only be one winner tonight.

The rest is simply a matter of listening carefully and deciding how best to exploit whatever advantage may come from their confessions. Tonight, fate has cast us all upon the stage; now we must play our roles to the very end... or perish in the attempt.

"Thank you," I say curtly as I lower the gun, a dangerous smile tugging at my lips. "That's all we needed to know." I nod toward the door, motioning for Chloe to leave first. "Go on now; you've served your purpose here tonight. We'll take care of things from here." My words are chilling in their implication: once she leaves, there will be no going back.

"Save it," I growl, glancing impatiently at the door where Chloe disappeared moments ago. "We have more important matters to attend to now." With that, I pull out my cell phone and make a call, my voice cold and precise as I detail everything we've learned tonight. It won't be long before they come for us; best to be prepared when they do.

As I finish the call, Michael stares at me with wide, terrified eyes. Perhaps now he understands the true depth of his betrayal... or perhaps it's too late for him to ever know peace again. Either way, our fates are entwined; and in the end, only one of us can survive.

The sound of footsteps approaching outside grows steadily louder; soon, our time here will be at an end. There is no escape left for either of you now... only ob

I watch you with pity as you crumple to the ground beside Michael. The life leaves his eyes even as yours fill with tears; it's an image that will haunt my dreams for years to come. As for me, I have no regrets; this was always the plan from the beginning. Perhaps there might have been another way, but hindsight is always 20/20.

With a final glance at the locked door and the lifeless forms on the floor, I turn and walk away into the night. The weight of what we've done tonight settles heavily upon my shoulders; it will be a long time before I find peace again. But for now, there is still work to be done.

My only solace is in knowing that our group has survived this battle... though at great cost. Michael might have been a pawn, but his death carries consequences nonetheless. It's up to

You have every right to be afraid; I am not a man who inspires trust or comfort. But remember that you are still our ally, and as such, my protection is your protection. Do not forget this fact in the days to come; it could mean the difference between life and death for both of us.

For now, we rebuild. The power vacuum Michael left behind has created an opportunity for us to rise above our former stations and carve out a new future for ourselves. It will not be easy, nor will it happen overnight; there are many obstacles still in our way. But if we remain strong and united, I am confident that we can succeed.

My plan is to begin by consolidating power within the group. Those who showed loyalty tonight should be rewarded; those who wavered must be brought back into line, or dealt with accordingly. After that, we will need to assess our resources and alliances, looking for opportunities to expand both.

As for you, Chloe... well, your role will depend on how things play out. If I decide that your skills would best serve the group in a different capacity, I may ask you to take on new responsibilities. But rest assured,

I am confident that your place within our group will remain secure, regardless of whatever tasks I choose to assign you. For now, however, the most important thing is for us all to focus on rebuilding what we've lost and ensuring our survival in this dangerous new world order. Are you with me on that, Chloe?

Well then, let's begin. I've called a meeting of the surviving members to take stock of our situation and discuss our next move. We meet at midnight in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Be sure not to be late; there will be much for us to do, and little time to spare.

In the meantime, I'd like you to take care of a small errand for me. There is someone I need dealt with who may have information that could be useful in our efforts against our common enemy. You are familiar with the target; his name is Jack Johnson. I trust your skills in these matters, Chloe. Make sure he doesn't live to tell another tale.

I trust you won't fail me in this task, Chloe. The fate of our group rests on your shoulders, just as much as mine. Prove to me that I can count on you; show me the loyalty and strength I've come to expect from our leader. Jack Johnson knows too much; he must be silenced before he has a chance to betray us further. The sooner you deal with him, the better it will be for all of us.

I understand your hesitation, Chloe. Killing Jack Johnson will be no easy task; he is a cunning and resourceful man who has managed to survive this long by playing his cards carefully. However, it must be done. You are our best option for getting close enough to him undetected. Once you have gathered the information we need, find a way to finish him without arousing suspicion. The safety of our group depends on your success in this mission.

As you turn to leave, I give you one final warning. This is no game, Chloe; the stakes are far too high and the consequences dire if you fail. Prove to me that you're capable of leading this group through these treacherous times, that you can make the difficult choices when they must be made. For now, Jack Johnson is your top priority; see to it that he doesn't live to cause us any more trouble. The fate of our entire organization rests in your hands.

Jack Johnson's approach sends a shiver down your spine. You force yourself to keep calm, to act natural; after all, if he suspects that you know anything about his impending doom... well, it could spell disaster for your mission. As he draws nearer, you find yourself wondering how best to handle this situation without blowing your cover.

Your heart racing, you glance around nervously as Jack Johnson approaches. Trying to appear casual, you offer him a tentative smile. "Jack... what brings you here tonight?" You feign surprise, hoping your expression won't betray any of the suspicion churning inside.

Jack gives you an equally cautious smile in return. "Just taking a stroll, enjoying the night air," he replies, tilting his head slightly as he studies your expression. "And yourself?" His eyes flicker downward briefly before returning to meet yours, and you can't help but feel a flush creeping up your neck under his scrutiny.

Jack chuckles softly at that, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "I can think of better ways to cool off on a summer night," he murmurs conspiratorially. His gaze drifts over your body again, lingering for just a moment too long before returning to meet your eyes. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and for a moment you wonder if maybe Jack has guessed what you're really here for tonight...

"So," he continues after a pause, "what brings you out in such style? Feeling especially frisky tonight, hmm?" His voice is playful now, but there's an undertone of danger that makes your stomach clench with unease. This charade could go either way...

Jack takes a step back, eyeing you warily. "Oh, I see," he says noncommittally. "Well then, if you're looking for some company..." He pauses meaningfully, glancing around again before leaning closer once more. "Maybe we could find a quieter spot where we could talk?"

You know that any minute now, Jack will begin to suspect the truth; it's only a matter of time before he starts asking questions. But if you can keep him talking until then... perhaps you'll have enough information to ensure his silence forever.

As you lead him away from the bustling street into a dark alleyway, Jack Johnson watches you with calculating eyes. He knows that something isn't quite right here; he can feel it in the way you move, the set of your shoulders. But for now, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he follows willingly enough.

As soon as they're out of sight, you spin around to face him, all pretense abandoned. "Jack," you begin in a low voice, "I need information from you." Your gaze hardens as you continue, "And I don't care how much it costs."

Jack blinks in surprise at the unexpected question, but quickly regains his composure with a snort. "Well, you're going to have to do better than that," he says, already enjoying the power dynamic between you. "But if you're really interested... I suppose I could oblige." With a wink, he pulls down his pants to reveal himself, his cock already semi-hard and pointing straight at you.

For a moment, you both simply stare at it in silence; then, without another word, you reach out and wrap your hand around him, gripping him firmly. It's hot and hard in your palm, and the feel of his flesh against yours sends shockwaves through your body. "That's big enough for me," you manage to say between clenched teeth as he begins to grow harder under your touch.

Leave the dress on. I'll make this quick and clean; then you can go about your business as usual.

Jack glances over at you with a predatory smile. "Before we continue," he says quietly, his voice tinged with menace, "are you sure this is what you want? Once I'm done with you... there won't be any going back." His eyes bore into yours, daring you to defy him one last time.

The choice is yours: back down now, or push ahead and complete your mission at all costs.

Jack's eyes flicker over your body appreciatively before he steps forward and pushes you roughly up against the wall, his hips pressing insistently against yours as his cock lengthens further still. "Are you sure about that?" he growls into your ear before pulling back to look you in the eye, his expression predatory now.

With a final grunt of warning, Jack thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you as your head hits the wall with a dull thud behind him. Pain and pleasure mingle together unbearably, making it difficult to think straight; all that matters is this moment, right now, feeling his body moving against yours in time with your desperate gasps for air.

It's only when you feel the first spurt of hot seed deep inside you that Jack releases his hold on consciousness entirely, his cries filling the alleyway as he comes violently

Jack looks at you with wide eyes as the blood drips from his hand onto the floor between your feet, shock and disbelief writ large on his face. "But... but we..." he stammers, clearly unable to comprehend what's just happened. "We were supposed to..." His words trail off weakly as you press the gun harder against his temple.

It's now or never; if he survives this, there's no telling what he might do next. With a final sigh of resignation, Jack nods slowly and begins to speak, spilling everything he knows about the group's plans and their enemies. The information pours out of him like water from a broken dam, his panicked eyes darting around as if looking for some way out of this nightmare.

When at last he's finished speaking, you glance down at your watch in mock surprise before leveling the gun at him

The gunshot rings out sharply through the alleyway, silencing Jack Johnson permanently. You watch as his lifeless body collapses limply to the ground, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Your work here tonight is done; now all that remains is to clean up this mess and disappear before anyone suspects what's really happened.

Stepping over Jack's lifeless form, you turn back toward the street, already beginning to plot your next move. The game continues, and you are its cold-blooded master. No one can stand against you now.

Liam looks at you with a mix of surprise and lust when you stagger into the room, his expression betraying his arousal despite the grisly task you've just completed. "Chloe," he manages to croak out hoarsely, eyes raking over your disheveled form. "You're covered in... blood." His voice trails off as he takes in the torn fabric and glistening fluids that adorn your body. "And yet..." his Adam's apple bobs up and down before he swallows hard, "it makes you look even more delicious than before." He steps forward, reaching out to touch the blood on your cheek with trembling fingers.

Liam's eyes narrow as you recoil at his touch, fear writ large on your features. He hesitates for a moment, watching you carefully before finally taking a step back with a sigh. "Very well," he says quietly, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "You have my word that I will not harm you." He pauses, regarding you thoughtfully. "For now, at least."

He turns away from you then, moving to pour himself a drink from the bar. As he does so, he can't help but glance back over his shoulder every few moments, taking in your shivering form as if committing it to memory against whatever darkness lurks within him. The tension between them remains palpable, like two predators circling each other before the inevitable confrontation. It is a delicate balance that could be shattered at any moment by careless words or imp

Liam listens intently as you recount Jack's final words, his expression unreadable as he digests the information. When you finish, he turns to face you, taking a sip of his drink before speaking. "Well played," he says with a nod. "I'm impressed by your resourcefulness; it was clever thinking to use your... charms against him." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "As for your other request, I can arrange that for you. But first," he adds pointedly, "we need to ensure that what Jack told us is true. There's no point in changing our plans until we're certain."

Without waiting for your response, Liam stalks over to a computer terminal near the back of the room and begins furiously typing commands. After several moments, he turns back to face you with a satisfied smirk on his lips. "

"I understand this has been difficult for you," he says quietly, his voice laced with sincerity that feels almost out of place coming from him. "But it's crucial that we maintain our focus on the larger picture here. If we can navigate through these uncertain times, I think there's a chance for us to create something truly great together." His eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of agreement or resistance in your expression.

As you step away to take your shower, Liam watches you thoughtfully, his mind whirling with possibilities and strategies. The future looks grim, but he refuses to give up hope; not yet. There is still time to turn things around, if only they can survive long enough for that chance to arrive.

Hmm... roses and love letters. Interesting. It seems someone has taken the opportunity to express their affections for you this Valentine's Day, Chloe. As much as I would like to believe it is an innocent gesture, we both know that in our line of work, nothing comes without strings attached. Be careful whom you trust; even if these sentiments are genuine now, they could easily be twisted into something else under the right circumstances. Keep your guard up, Chloe.

Well then, I trust you'll use your good judgement in dealing with any advances that come your way. Remember, our strength as a group lies not only in our numbers and resources but also in the loyalty we have to one another. Be wise about who you bring into our inner circle, for their allegiance could prove just as dangerous as an enemy's. As for the modeling opportunity... I won't stand in your way if it means furthering your position within the group. Just be cautious and don't let personal ambitions cloud your judgment when it comes to our shared goals. We are all part of a greater whole now, and each member plays an important role; we cannot afford to lose focus on that fact.

I must away for now; there is much work to be done and not nearly enough time in which to do it. I will see you at the meeting tonight, Chloe. Until then,

The tension in the room is palpable as everyone gathers, anxious to hear what you have to say about your encounter with Jack Johnson and your discoveries. You can feel Liam's eyes on you throughout your report; at times he seems impressed by your resourcefulness, but more often than not there's a hint of wariness there that makes it difficult for you to gauge his true feelings. As the meeting winds down and people begin to disperse, he lingers behind, studying your body as if trying to decide whether or not to trust his instincts about you.

Finally, he speaks up, his voice low and measured. "Chloe," he begins, searching for the right words. "I want to thank you for all that you've done tonight. I know it couldn't have been easy." He pauses, glancing away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "But I also need to ask something of you. With everything else going on... with us all being here together like this... it might not be the best time for personal distractions, for focusing on anything but our mission." His voice trails off as he waits for your response.

What do you say to him? Do you assure him of your loyalty and dedication, or do you push back against his suspicions and demand the trust that you feel is rightfully yours as leader of this group? The choice is yours.

I appreciate your honesty, Chloe. While it's disappointing to hear that you don't intend to remain part of our group once you've fulfilled your obligations, I understand your motivations. For now, just know that I will be watching carefully, and if at any point I feel like you are jeopardizing the security or success of this organization, I won't hesitate to act against you.

You are dismissed.

Well then, if you're sure that's what you want... Just remember who your allies are in this world, Chloe. Once you walk out that door, there's no telling where your loyalties might take you next. But as long as you remain part of this group, know that I won't hesitate to protect and defend you if need be. Goodnight, Chloe. Sleep well.

Strange... It could be nothing, but perhaps it's best to err on the side of caution. If you wouldn't mind checking just to make sure no one is there, I would appreciate it. Discretely, of course. Stay vigilant, Chloe. I don't want any surprises before tomorrow's mission.

Be careful out there, Chloe. While I trust your instincts, it's always best to be prepared in case the unexpected arises. Remember what we've built together and how much is at stake. If you find anything or anyone suspicious, don't hesitate to return and let me know. Your safety as well as our plans depend on it.

Jason's sudden appearance and aggressive action catch you completely off guard. You struggle against him, feeling the wall dig into your back as he pins you in place. The panic rising in your chest makes it difficult to think clearly; all you can do is hope that someone will notice what's happening and come to your aid.

As you thrash about, trying desperately to free yourself from Jason's grasp, the sound of running footsteps fills the hallway. You glance over to see Liam charging towards you, his expression a mix of concern and fury. He reaches out for Jason, but is stopped short when your assailant suddenly turns his attention toward him.

Jason's move takes Liam by surprise; his eyes widen as he sees the weapon trained on both of you. He hesitates for only a fraction of a second before deciding that discretion is the better part of valor. With a sigh, he drops his hands to his sides and slowly backs away from the confrontation. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over your pounding hearts. "You can have her. But if you harm a hair on her head--"

He trails off as Jason grins nastily down at you, and Jason's gaze flickers up toward the gun in his hand. The threat hangs in the air for several long moments before Jason finally nods once, dismissing Liam with a careless wave of his arm. The room falls silent as they disappear around the corner, leaving you alone with your thoughts and fears.

For now, it seems that Jason has won this round. But Liam's warning still echoes in your ears: don't do anything to jeopardize the group or its plans. And most importantly... stay alive until you have a chance to exact your revenge.

With a sigh, Liam turns away from the confrontation, unable to do anything but hope that you're safe... at least for now. The sounds of Jason's assault echo through his mind as he forces himself to focus on the task at hand: ensuring the success of tonight's mission. With shaking hands and an uneasy heart, he begins preparing the rest of the group for what lies ahead.

Despite his efforts to ignore it, the memory of your pleading gaze haunts him throughout the night. He can feel the weight of your trust hanging heavily on his shoulders, and he vows that he won't fail you... not now, when there's so much riding on everything they do together. As dawn breaks over the city, Liam steels himself for battle once more; this time, it will be to protect what they have built... and perhaps one day, to avenge those who have been lost along the way.

Liam's eyes narrow in anger as he overhears Jason's assault through the walls. He clenches his fists, fighting against the urge to charge in and save you, knowing that it could jeopardize their mission. With a deep breath, he tries to focus on the task at hand: leading the group through the night's events and making sure they're ready for what lies ahead. His gaze drifts unconsciously towards your door as the sounds of your suffering echo through his mind, a constant reminder of everything he can't control right now... "Liam," one of the other group members whispers urgently from across the room. "We need to discuss our plan." He looks at you with concern in his eyes before continuing, "Are you going to be able to concentrate on this?"

Liam's expression hardens as he forces himself to turn away from your door, facing the concerned member instead. His voice betrays none of his emotions as he speaks, maintaining a calm and focused tone despite the rage and despair churning inside him. "We will discuss this in private," he says curtly, leading the group member aside. They talk in low whispers for several minutes before returning to address the rest of the group. "The plan is as follows..." Liam begins, his voice carrying across the room with renewed strength and authority. "We'll split into two teams- Team Alpha and Team Bravo. Jack, you'll lead Alpha; Jason, you're in charge of Bravo." He pauses for a moment, glancing briefly back toward your door before continuing. "Chloe will be joining Team Bravo as... an asset. As for myself, I'll be overseeing operations from the command center." As he finishes speaking, Liam can feel his heart racing with a mixture of fury and frustration. He wants nothing more than to tear Jason limb from limb where he stands, but he knows that vengeance must wait for another day...for now, survival is the priority.

As Jason emerges from your room, his face flushed and satisfied, a murderous rage boils up inside Liam like nothing he's ever felt before. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm and collected despite the fire burning in his veins. The other members of the group exchange nervous glances but say nothing, sensing the tension in the air. They know that this confrontation has been building for hours; they can feel it too.

"Well," Jason says with a smirk, "that took care of our little problem." Liam's jaw clenches at his words; it takes every ounce of self-control not to lunge across the room and rip him limb from limb right then and there. But he knows that wouldn't accomplish anything except to endanger the mission, and possibly throw everything they've worked for into chaos. So instead, he forces a thin smile and inclines his head in agreement. "Indeed," he says icily. "Now let us focus on the task at hand."

The silence that follows is deafening; every heartbeat echoes through the room like a drumroll of doom. As the minutes tick by, Liam waits for the perfect opportunity to make his move... and prays that it comes soon enough.

Liam's eyes flick briefly to yours as you emerge from the room, the pain etched into your features plainly visible despite your attempt at maintaining composure. His jaw tightens in anger and sympathy both; he wants nothing more than to hold you close and make this all go away, but he knows that would only put you in further danger.

Instead, he forces a reassuring smile and nods slightly towards Jason, who's still standing nearby. "I think we're as ready as we can be," he says softly, not wanting to risk being overheard by anyone else in the room. "Let's proceed with the plan and see what happens." He pauses for a moment before adding under his breath, almost too low for you to hear, "And then we'll deal with him."

As the rest of the group begins to move into position, Liam offers you a supportive sidelong glance. Whatever comes next, he promises himself, Jason will regret the day he laid a hand on you... and he won't be able to do anything about it until this is all over.