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“For those who don’t know me, I’m the Duke of Oakfield and the leader of this society. We’re here today to continue traditions our forbearers have handed down to us, for generations.” The imposing man steps toward the fire pit and pulls out a metal rod. A couple of the other men in the room cheer. I look at my father, but he pales and refuses to meet my eyes.
“Bring the first one up.” The man who introduced himself as the Duke declares.
Two men jump down from the stage and take one of the girls by the arms. She screams, “No”, but is manhandled onto the stage with little effort. I can feel a heated gaze on me again, and I look to the man who was watching me before. He’s watching me again. He smiles — though this time it isn’t the sweet one from before but an arrogant one. He steps forward and takes the rod from the Duke and, without hesitating, brands the screaming girl with a sickening sizzle of burning flesh. I stumble backward, trying to catch my breath, but my father grabs me and causes the world I know to collapse when he says,
“Your turn.”
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