Chapter 3
Brendon's POV
I stared at Reaver shocked. He wasn't serious surely. He turned around and looked at me, staring intensely into my eyes, leaning closer towards me. He pushed me against the wall again, putting his own weight on top of me. I started to panic, trying frantically to think of an idea to get out of the situation. I reach for my pistol but it isn't there. I look up at Reaver again, and see him holding my own pistol to my neck. I feel his breath heavy on the other side of my neck, the tip of my pistol cold against my skin. "I'm the Hero of Skill," he whispers heavily, still breathing on my neck, his eyes closed, "You can't escape me.". Suddenly I have an idea, it seems stupid but it was the only thing I could think of. I stared at the opposite wall, hardly moving. Just standing there, not even resisting anything he said or did. Reaver unties my mask, throwing it on the floor. I can feel his breathing on my face, he was so close to me… I began to get a weird feeling in my stomach; I wasn't sure what it was exactly. Suddenly, Reaver took a step backwards, looking at me with a disappointed look. "Where's the fun in someone as unwilling as you?" He frowns. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, I don't know what to say. "Come on, I've got a different idea." Reaver says, using his cane to pick up my mask from the ground and throw it to me. I catch it, and obediently follow him out of the room. I want to say something, I want to… let Reaver know something, I just don't know what it is. I follow Reaver into a big room, I see people all watching above, in a room which is upstairs, looking over a railing and watching silently as Reaver and I stand in the middle of the circular room the storey below. There is also a big clocklike structure on the wall. It takes me a minute to realise where I am. It's the Wheel of Misfortune.
I look at Reaver, shocked. "You can't do this, I won't do this!" I notice the pistol is back at my waist, but I don't question it. I stare at Reaver. One moment he wants to do bedroom activities with me, the next he's ready to dispose of me in the Wheel of Misfortune. There's nothing I could do to get out of this, I looked around at the people staring down at me, frantically trying to think of an idea. I look at Reaver again, who's just standing, leaning on his cane, watching me freak out. Without thinking, I take a step closer to Reaver, and grab him, pulling him as close to me as possible. I force my lips onto his, and see Reaver's shocked face. I actually have shocked Reaver. I feel him smiling under the kiss, and that's when I realise. I close my eyes, leaning in even closer. I feel him put his hand on his back, the other on the back of my head, pulling me closer. Reaver pulls away, leaning on his cane again. "I see you've changed your mind. But that's rather… unfortunate for my guests." He says slowly, still slightly out of breath. I look up at the people watching us, their expressions a mixture of surprise, confusion, disgust and impatience. "Luckily," Reaver continues with a devilish grin, "Luckily I have a backup plan." He says, tapping his cane on the ground twice. All of a sudden a door opens up, with two men dragging a big cage on wheels. "Jordie?" I ask, confused. I run up to the cage and see her sitting in the corner scared, dressed in the shortest, blue shorts I've ever seen, and a white corset. She's also wearing a matching long, blue and white jacket, and tall white boots. This wasn't like Jordie at all, surely this was Reaver's idea too. "Brendon?" Jordie's voice is croaky and very quiet. "How could you do this?" I yelled at Reaver, realising his plan. Someone had to go in the Wheel of Misfortune games, that was his reason for holding the party. "You monster!" I yell at him again, throwing my mask at him which was still in my hand. Reaver just laughs, "Oh, the party must go on!" he says, walking up a set of stairs to a lever. "Now, who will it be, you or the girl?" He asks smiling.