Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
Chet cursed again and shifted slightly, pulling the spear out of the ground and holding it out in front of us as the four men stood ready with weapons of their own. "What are you doing, you fuckheads?"
There were two men I didn't know, but it was the familiar long-haired blonde and short-haired brunette that captured my attention. I had just been looking for him earlier, and I was actually surprised that he would have chosen to attack me now.
However, it didn't even appear that they were seeing me. Only Chet.
"Octavius?" I couldn't keep the trepidation out of my voice, wondering how district five tributes could have a grudge against Chet. I mean, the experimentation stuff, sure. But I had thought that was a higher district problem?
"You know him?" Chet's shoulders tensed in front of me, and his hand remained outstretched - preventing me from stepping out from behind him. "Don't forget that the bastard just attacked you, Sang."
"I know that, but..." I wasn't quite sure what to think. I had met a lot of people within the last month, and out of everyone these two had seemed nice enough. They had been some of the nicest people to me, outside of my boys.
It was Aakil who spoke, he had apparently only just noticed me standing behind Chet. "How in the world did he manage to get you." He held his hand out towards me, his face concerned. "Don't worry, we don't attack the innocent. We're only concerned about criminals."
Oh no, it seemed like Octavius and Aakil had gotten the wrong idea. "Um..."
Octavius ignored me as he glowered at Chet, crossing his arms in a movement that made the muscles in his chest tense. "Let her go. You should know that it's cowardly to hide behind a captive woman, though I am not surprised."
"I'm not a prisoner..." I tried to explain, but Chet suddenly bumped me hard with his butt, cutting off my protest.
"Oh my god." Chet drawled, as if nothing had happened as he continued to hold the spear out in front of him defensively. "Can't a guy just spend some quality time with their captive around here? Run along peasants, I have a woman to woo."
