The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 228
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I opened my eyes to a blur of white walls and bright lights. Confusion and fear
mingled in my mind as I tried to grasp where I was. My heart raced as I
attempted to move, only to find myself restrained in a chair. Panic surged through
me, causing my breaths to quicken.
“What's going on?” I demanded, the words sounding hollow and desperate in the
sterile room.
Bruce, a man I once thought was a friend, loomed over me with a cruel smile
etched across his face. Stella stood beside him, her expression cold and
detached. They were people I had trusted, but the look in their eyes now sent
shivers down my spine.
Without a word, Stella switched on a camera. The red light blinked ominously as
she directed it toward me. Fear gripped my chest tighter as I realized the gravity
of the situation.
“What is this?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The answer formed in my
mind before either of them spoke it aloud.
“There are sick individuals out there who pay to see someone like you suffer,”
Stella replied, her voice devoid of any remorse.
My heart sank. Horror swept over me as I understood their twisted intentions. I
was a pawn in their grotesque game-a live show for some depraved audience
hungry for violence.
Bruce leaned in close, his eyes glinting with a malevolent gleam, “You have no
idea the kind of demand there is for this. People have been waiting for your
debut.”
I struggled against the restraints, my breaths shallow and rapid. “You can't do
this!” I pleaded, but my words fell on deaf ears.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, we can, Evie. And we will.”
Dread settled heavily in my stomach as Bruce continued, his voice taunting and
cruel. He outlined the torturous fate they had planned for me, relishing the fear
that painted my face.
“You're going to die a slow and painful death,” he sneered. “But first, we'll have a
little fun. I'm thinking we start with an arm. Or maybe a leg? What do you think,
Stella?”
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Stella's lips curved into a chilling smile. “Surprise me, Bruce.”
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My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. “You can't just mutilate
me!” I protested, my voice trembling. “This is insane!”
But they only laughed, their amusement fueled by my terror. Bruce brandished a
knife, tracing it against my skin with a sickening delight. The cold steel pressed
against my throat, a silent threat that sent a shiver down my
spine.
“You're going to look so pretty covered in red,” he murmured, his breath hot
against my cheek.
I struggled against the restraints, desperation lending strength to my limbs. Fear
and anger mingled within me, urging me to fight, to find a way out of this hell. But
as I strained against the bonds, reality settled in the odds were stacked against
me, and my captors reveled in their power.
Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the true depth of their depravity. I was
trapped, helpless against their twisted desires.
“You're monsters,” I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.
“Monsters? No, darling,” Bruce said with a twisted grin. “We're just giving the
people what they want.”
My breath caught in my throat as he pulled a knife out from behind him, still
grinning. “Maybe I could flay you first. Have you watch the whole thing as I drag
this knife down that perfect little face of yours.”
My heart raced, terror clawing at my chest. “Y—You wouldn't...
He approached me, wielding the knife with a sinister glint in his eye. My heart
pounded, my muscles tensing as he pressed the blade against my neck. “Watch
me,” he hissed.
The camera continued to whir, capturing the horror etched on my face as my
captors reveled in their sick game. I braced myself for the pain to come, praying
for a miracle that seemed out of reach in this stark, white-walled room filled with
cameras and unspeakable tools of torture.
My eyes flickered to Stella, her callousness chilling as she casually scrolled
through her phone. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, seemingly detached from
the horrors unfolding in front of her.
“Knives are boring,” she remarked casually. “Our viewers want something more...
creative to torment Evie with.”
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Bruce shot her a sharp glare. “Then what are you suggesting, Stella?”
Stella scanned the room, then nodded at a box in the corner. “What's in there?”
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A shiver ran down my spine as I watched Bruce's expression grow tense. He
shifted his eyes to me for a brief second, and if I didn’t know any better, I would
say it was hesitation. But it was quickly overshadowed by his compliance with
Stella's disturbing desires.
Bruce eventually ambled toward the corner of the room and dug through the box,
retrieving bottles filled with harsh—looking chemical mixtures. He grunted as he
hauled one bottle out of the box and began prowling toward me with it, a look of
promise in his eyes.
“What is that?” I gasped, struggling against my ropes.
“These chemicals would feel like hell if they touched your skin,” Bruce warned,
holding the bottles up for the
camera.
Stella's attention snapped back to the impending torture, her eyes lighting up with
a perverse excitement. “That's what the viewers want to see,” she remarked, her
voice filled with an eerie satisfaction. “The money and bets are rolling in now. Go
on, Bruce”
My heart hammered against my chest as panic threatened to engulf me entirely.
The situation grew more dire with each passing moment. The realization that they
were profiting from my suffering made bile rise in my throat.
Bruce's hand trembled as he grasped the bottles, his eyes darting between the
chemicals and me. Was there a chance, a glimmer of mercy beneath the sadistic
facade? I held onto that sliver of hope, my eyes locked on his.
“You don't have to do this,” I pleaded, my voice strained with desperation.
“Please, Bruce, don't let them turn you into this monster.”
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But the grip of terror and manipulation was too strong. The mask of hesitation
melted away, replaced by a hardened resolve. He turned his gaze away, shutting
himself off from any semblance of remorse.
“You'll love it, Evie,” Bruce taunted, meeting my gaze. “It really clears the skin.”
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“Get that away from me!” I jerked back, the legs of the chair screeching along the
cemented floor as it shifted
with me. “Bruce!”
He chuckled. “You know, the more your scream, the more enjoyable you make
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He snapped a few photos, likely capturing the sick memories he sought
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Bruce let out a guttural hiss of pain as the harsh liquid made contact with his
skin. The phone fell from his hands as he staggered back, clutching at his
burning flesh. Panic flickered in his eyes as the skin bubbled.
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“Shut it off!” Bruce screamed at her, eyes blazing. “Shut it off!”