Chapter 18: The Pit’s Grind
Steel Bites – Will Stands
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, red lights carving jagged shadows over concrete walls slick with the echo of Leo’s drenching – Marcus’s biometric lock a silent jailer.
Ryan slumped in his chair, leather vest creased tight, cap low over a cold smirk – leather pants scuffed, a faint bulge fading from breaking Leo in the shower, defiance simmering beneath a fresh beer’s buzz.
Marcus lounged, jeans taut, boots scuffed, wax crust flaking on his chest – picking at the last stubborn flecks with a finger as he sipped his beer slow, kingly ease in every pull, the red glow catching clean skin where the wax had been.
Jamie leaned forward, latex uniform slick, patrol boots thudding soft, exhaustion etched into a jagged grin – half-hard thrill lingering from soaking Leo, his edge raw and reckless.
Leo sprawled, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, cage dripping, a twisted grin cracking faint through defeat.
Ryan reached for the black velvet bag from Marcus’s toss – fingers steady, shaking it with a clink of cards. “My turn – let’s see what this pit’s got up its sleeve,” he growled, voice low and rough, a glint of relish in his eye, pulling a black card, white letters stark under the red glow.
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