95. (DANE POV)

(DANE POV)

Marshall had always claimed to be bisexual, so I decided it was time to let him prove it. It was the only way I'd consider letting him continue attending the male events he enjoyed so much. Tonight was his test, and Mag was about to become his plaything.

I turned to Marshall, who was already eyeing Mag with a dark gleam that matched the twisted grin spreading across his face.

"Have your way with him," I said as I tossed him a set of knives. He caught them mid-air with ease, his excitement noticeable. "Break him from the inside out. Make it count, and don't hold back. You might want to stretch him a bit, loosen up... you know, to get things going in easily."

Mag's eyes went wide, his bravado shattering as the reality of his situation hit him. The fear consumed him, and the blackness in his eyes betrayed his panic. He began to unravel, his desperation flooding the room.

"Dane, please! You don't have to do this!" he stammered out in a rush. "I didn't mean it... I was just tryi