The blood was still warm when it landed on the side of his face. The crack of bone was deafening, even over the sound of Mistress yelling and the laughter that filled the room. He found it hard to move, as if his feet had been nailed to the floor. “C’mon honey! Keep moving.” Mistress shouted. “Unless you don’t mind losing that is!” He knew he should listen to her, him and the child were evenly matched, and the consequences for losing the game had been explained in detail before they began. Mistakenly, he had assumed his partner would be the one to bring them to victory. Not only for entry into the gang, but also a kiss from Mistress. Another crack caused him to wince, and Minister’s unhinged laughter did nothing to calm his nerves. He was shaking.
“Green light!” Mistress called out, and the child next to him took off at a sprint. He had no choice but to follow, but his legs were shakey, and when Mistress called red light, he skidded to an awkward stop and tripped over himself. “Nu huh, that’s a penalty! Go back two spaces.” Mistress smiled. He had no choice but to obey. Being at a disadvantage made the shakiness in his limbs worse, and paying attention to Mistress while trying to ignore the sounds coming from behind them was almost impossible. But he wouldn’t let his partner down, couldn’t let him down. When Mistress called out green light, he dove for the finishing line, fingers barely crossing over before the child did. Mistress exploded in laughter and clapped her hands. “We have a winner! Looks like the newbie was faster then I thought!” He wasn’t sure who picked him up from the floor, but when Mistress leaned in to plant a kiss on him, he reflectively jerked his head back. “Ah, not into women?” She snickered. Pinching his cheeks between her fingers, she dug her nails in as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Welcome to the family, honey.”
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