Chapter 19: The Pit’s Lock
Nerve Breaks – Freedom Slips
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, red lights glinting off concrete walls still damp from Leo’s flood, Marcus’s biometric lock a silent warden sealing their fates.
Jamie slumped in his chair, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffed, exhaustion carving jagged lines into his wiry frame – yet a restless spark flickered in his shadowed glare. Marcus lounged, jeans taut, boots planted, chest bare and smooth where wax once clung, sipping his beer slow, kingly ease masking a coiled edge. Ryan sat rigid, leather vest creased, cap low over a cold smirk, leather pants scuffed – defiance simmering beneath the buzz of his last grind, leather creaking where tags once hung. Leo sprawled, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, hair plastered flat, cane welts itching under damp skin, a twisted grin twitching faint through his defeat.
Jamie snatched the black velvet bag from Marcus’s casual toss – latex squeaking as his fingers closed around it, a hungry glint cutting through his fatigue. “My turn – let’s crank this twisted ride,” he rasped, voice raw and reckless, a hint of dark thrill lacing his words as he shook the bag once – clink of cards sharp in the air. He dipped in, fingers brushing a card, and pulled it free – the gold sheen flared under the red glow, sharp and undeniable.
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