Mass release: 13/16
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Dominic Haynes
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"He's been brain-washed and manipulated to fit into the mold. A mold that later will be taken by his brother or his sister, as the curse turned blessing of the Haynes will go on. He was raised into diamond privilege, that's all his known."
"He is the most privileged in the game," her mentor ponded.
"In life, baby boy, in life. He's a real-life Prince Charming out of a fairytale. He's born into a bloodline of winners, he's filthy rich, he has a loving family, his great-grandfather is alive, his grandparents are alive, his parents are alive, his two uncles are alive, his aunt is alive, his six little cousins are alive, his two younger siblings are alive, his people adores him like a legend, he's breathtakingly handsome, he's definitely smart because he must have gotten the best education there are."
"He's definitely skilled at fighting, because he also must have the best mentors since he was a toddler, his father is insanely skilled at fighting, at strategy, and at being a leader, so he has him as a master for free. He probably lives in a lavishing luxurious villa, or in a luxurious penthouse, he must have people working for him for everything. I doubt he ever had to wash his clothes, cook, wash dishes, or do any manual hard work. He has the best doctors at his disposal, so he's definitely healthy as fuck."
"He probably has a fan club in many areas, so he must be used to people humiliating themselves to him, kissing his ass all the time, roaming around him like vultures to het a slice of privilege pie. I doubt he has any sense of how it feels to lose everything you've ever known, everyone you loved, to be forced to learn how to grieve from a tender age for the sake of the entertainment of this sadistic Goddess, who must rejoice in our pain and misery. He must have countless men and women at his feet begging for his attention, for some of his attention, to have his blessed Haynes babies even."
"I wouldn't be surprised if someone like him had a God complex or some shit, definitely some superiority complex. Or be the time to be a rebel and complain that his life is so hard because he's so privileged, and had too many responsibilities, and was tired of everyone wanting to fuck Prince Charming, or had troubles because daddy-dearest worried more about teaching him how to survive those fucking games than to spend quality time with him as a boy. The type not to know how to deal with a no, or with how to be ignored by a cockroach like me."
She scoffed, "Prince Charming definitely thought I would hand him the narrative of this season's Grim Game's in a silver plate by acting like a brainless vengeful bitch, who would try to kill him because his dad killed my mom. Let's be realistic, my mom tried to kill his dad, because of Greta's manipulation, the hell was he supposed to do? Stay still and be impaled to death? Just because mom blamed him for what his brother did to her son? I mean, what the fuck? I would be a hypocrite to blame him for that, when, again, I plan on murdering some people here."
"If I don't want my possible children to be unalived in a future game by the descendant of somebody I will murder this season, just because they will be my children, that is, if I live long enough to have them, and if I'm not infertile, I can't do the same. Do I hate him less for that? No. Would I murder him if I saw him one day? No. Would I punch him and break his pretty and perfect nose? Maybe?" She stared at the camera and giggled, "If you're watching this, you are warned, Law Haynes."
Then back to her allies, "I am not a hypocrite, I have never been, I will not start being one just for the sake of a reckless and irrational old as fuck narrative. I am not my ancestors, I'm their descendant, and I studied history as much as I could to be smarter than them, and not commit all the same mistakes, that everyone definitely expected me to commit. Again, they have free will, they are free to think whatever they bloody want about me, but it won't change who I actually am, even less make me responsible for their own expectations on me, when they don't even know me."
"I doubt he can even bake a cake," 26 mocked.
"Why would he bake one, when he already got one on him," Lovise giggled naughty. "Talk about privileged genes. He has more cake than me."
"Damn, man, she read you like a book," Niko gasped.
"Is she talking about your arse?" Mina giggled, staring at my arse.
"Go to hell you two," I snapped annoyed, covering myself from her eyes. "And don't be a bloody pervert, Yamina."
"You do have a fine as hell arse though," she stated.
"How did she even look at your arse?" Niko ponded.
"Stop talking about my arse," I yelled embarrassed and annoyed.
"What cake?" 28 asked her innocently.
"His ass, of course," she said it loud and clear. "What an arse he has, damn, Prince Charming got some crazy asset on him. He's like a huge mountain of blinding but at the same time hypnotizing beauty, that man is something else. I bet he has a,"
"Oh, hell no," 26 jumped on her bed, and they all burst out laughing in their dorm, except him. "Don't talk about that, Love, come on, I'm right here," he pinned her on the bed and she giggled lively. "Everyone can see he's Mr. Perfect, no need to point it out. Focus on me."
She surrounded his neck with her arms, "Craving for my attention much, puppy?" She purred, and I instantly felt sick. "It's yours. I don't know him, to me Prince Charming is just a shallow perfect male doll, I know nothing of what's inside, so, to me the inside is empty. You are funnier and more interesting to be with, older, more experienced than he might be, and,"
Grabbing the remote control, I switched the main camera to the one in group yellow, the biggest group, all divided in inner circles, with tribute 10 on the side, isolated, but all watching the main camera that's on Lovise, in silence, as if watch a drama. So, annoyed, I turned it all fucking off.
"Prince Charming my dick," I cursed.
"She was definitely about to talk about that," Mina chuckled.
"Oh, shut up, Mina," I walked to the balcony. "I have a plan."
"What plan?" They gasped, as if scared.
"I rather not speak of it out loud."
If I steal tribute 10 for myself, what is she gonna do?