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Chapter Twenty-Six: Belly of the Beast Pt 2

“Master of Ceremonies,” I say in disbelief, keeping the wobble out of my voice rather expertly, I must say.

“Aconite,” he says with a pleased smile, “So glad you remember me. I definitely remember you,” he says with a knowing smile.

Horrific images of mutilated bodies screaming and begging for their lives and the smell of blood and burning flesh comes flooding back as my mind replays the last Tournament I competed in. I push the memories back and focus on the here and now and the man in front of me.

The Master of Ceremonies – since we don’t know his real name – is as deadly as he is charming. He’s 6’2” and appears to be in his thirties with short blonde combed-over hair with blonde highlights, golden glowing skin with a large jaw covered in dark blonde stubble that is starting to show signs of age. His eyes shine with mirth, but there is a danger in their depths that I have witnessed firsthand is far from idle. His eyes are like two deep blue warning signs flashing with the pain the
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