On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 18

On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 18

  {•𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔•}

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.

ʙʏ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇʟʟᴇ 

  -ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ-

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

-𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜-

Hyce lay unconscious under the clinic’s bright light. Tubes glinted; the monitor’s steady beep filled the small room. Sergio sat beside the bed, gripping Hyce’s hand like it was a lifeline.

“Doctor, why did he suddenly collapse? And why was he vomiting blood? It’s nothing serious, right?” Sergio’s voice trembled.

 “His food was poisoned. The amount in his system was excessive. We flushed his stomach and started emergency supportive care the moment he arrived. If he had come in later, we wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

The doctor said.

 “But nothing will happen to him, right?” Hugo’s jaw tightened.

“It depends on how his immune system responds,” The doctor said plainly.

 “We’ve removed much of the toxin and we’re treating the complications. He needs to wake up and remain stable. Right now we bought him a chance.”

Hades, silent until then, stepped forward. His voice was low. “Has anyone else been brought in for food poisoning?”

“No,” the doctor answered. “I personally examined the camp food and tested samples. Nothing else shows contamination. That makes this look deliberate.”

“And out of the 110 students at this resort, only Hyce got poisoned,” Hades said, eyes fixed on Hyce’s pale face.

“You think it’s deliberate? Who the fuck would try to even hurt Hyce? He has like no enemies in MIA I can think of,” Hugo said, frantic.

Hades did not blink. His tone dropped even colder. “I’m trying to be on my best behavior but some idiots are trying to piss me off.”

Sergio’s grip tightened until his knuckles blanched. “What are you planning on doing?” He whispered.

“Some motherfucker is about to die.” Hades said flatly, the words more threat than promise.

 “What do we do?”Hugo looked between them.

Hades’ stare was hard as flint.

 “I already know who did it. I just have to be a 100% sure..” Hades said.

Sergio bowed his head and didn’t let go of Hyce’s hand. 

****

Ten students who had been on food duty and the barbecue stood in a cramped, empty room.

 Their faces were pale, hands twisted together, eyes darting to every corner. Juniper was among them, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tried to compose herself.

Sergio walked in flanked by Hades and Hugo. The room went colder. Every student shrank back, swallowing hard.

Hades smiled, and the smile had no warmth. “All of you leave. I already know who I want,” He said.

The others backed out fast, filing past the doorway with nervous glances. Juniper tried to slip away too, pretending she was just another student being dismissed.

“I swear if you walk out that door, Juniper, I’m going to smash your head against that wall till you drop dead.” Hades’ voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Juniper froze, her legs locked. Her breath came shallow. She turned slowly, tears already rimmed in her eyes.

When the last student left and the door thudded shut, Hades closed the distance between them with slow steps. He stopped a heartbeat away and looked at her like she disgusted him.

“Why did you poison him?” Hades asked.

 “I did nothing. I didn’t…”Juniper stammered, voice high and brittle.

“You better not lie to me.” Hades said, low and dangerous. He was not in the mood for lies.

A crack of fury broke through her panic. “If Hyce is out of the way, then Gomez will be mine! I hope he dies!” Juniper burst out, words spilling like poison of their own.

Hades’ face went still. Then his palm flashed. The slap landed hard. Juniper’s head snapped to the side and she collapsed to the floor, stunned and numb, the sound of her body hitting the tile loud in the small room.

He bent, fingers locking into her hair like a hook, and yanked Juniper upright. Her feet left the floor. His grip was animal, unrelenting.

 He slammed her back hard against the wall so the tiles answered with a dull crack.

“Who gave you the fucking right to touch him, huh?” Hades spat, voice raw and full of ice.

Juniper’s hands scraped at his forearm, eyes wild with tears. “Please, let me go, it hurts,” she begged, hoarse.

He dropped her. She crumpled to the floor in a heap, breath stuttering, the air knocked from her lungs.

 For a beat she lay there, shaking, staring up at him as if she could read judgment in the lines of his face.

Hades turned away, shoulders rigid. He looked straight at Sergio, his expression was dead ice cold. 

“Do your thing. He’s your boyfriend.” he said, voice flat.

Without another word Hades walked out, the door swallowing his silhouette.

Hugo watched the scene with a slow, cold smile. He stepped forward and glanced at Sergio the way a general checks his lieutenant.

“Give her a good beating. Make us proud,” Hugo said and left the room, footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Juniper curled tighter on the floor, sobs muffled. The room felt suddenly very small and very loud, as Sergio moved closer to her.

 He lunged, closed the distance, and grabbed Juniper by the collar so hard her feet barely touched the floor.

“You have the audacity to hurt Hyce. How dare you,” He snarled, voice raw.

Juniper’s eyes were wide, panicked.

 “It’s not my fault. I— I’d do anything to have the person I love all to myself.” Her words trembled.

Sergio’s face went unmoving for a beat, then snapped.

 “Fine.” His first fist landed on her cheek and the sound of it echoed in the small room.

 Blood bloomed at her lip. He hit again, harder. Her head jerked. A wet crack, and two teeth clattered onto the tile.

She staggered and tried to curl away, pleading through a mouth that tasted of iron. “Please, Sergio, I’m— I’m sorry.”

He did not stop. He kept striking until her resistance was a slow sag, until her face was swollen and streaked with blood and her breath came shallow. Each blow was a punctuation mark to his fury.

When he paused he was shaking, not with mercy but with something like grief. He pressed his forehead briefly to his knuckles, then looked down at her and spat out words hot and fierce.

“I would die for him. I would live for him. I would carry every bruise and endure every cut if it kept him safe. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” I would give up everything. I would stand in front of anyone who tried to hurt him and I would make sure they never rose again. There is nothing I would not do for Hyce.”

Juniper whimpered, blood and tears slicking her face.

 “I would kill for him. Do you know how much I love that guy? I literally adore him,” Sergio said.

“I’m sorry.” Juniper said, her voice collapsing into apology. 

Sergio’s jaw worked. His hand curled into a fist and for a moment it looked like he might hit her again. Instead he stepped back. He spoke coldly, like a sentence being passed.

“This is just phase one. I will give you a beating every day until Hyce wakes. So pray he wakes today. If not, tomorrow will be worse.”

He turned without another word, left Juniper crumpled and gasping on the floor, and walked out of the room. The door shut behind him and her whimpers were the only sound that remained.

——

 -𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦-

Hades walked into the room and yanked off his shirt, tossing it aside without a word. His expression was dark and distant, storm brewing behind his eyes.

Bluey stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand, her hair damp and her face soft with concern. The moment she saw him, she froze.

“What’s wrong? Is everything alright? Is Hyce okay?” She asked, her voice trembling as she walked toward him slowly.

Hades reached for the cigarette pack on the table, pulled out a stick, and lit it. The faint crackle of fire filled the silence. 

He inhaled deeply, then blew out a stream of smoke, his jaw tight.

“What’s wrong?” she repeated, her worry deepening.

He looked up at her, his voice low and rough. “It was Juniper. His food was poisoned.”

 “Oh my goodness… He’s okay, right?” Bluey’s eyes widened.

“He’s out of danger.” Hades said after a pause. “He just needs to wake up.” He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaled slowly, then reached for her.

Bluey blinked as he caught her by the waist, pulling her closer until she was seated across his thigh. 

His arm wrapped firmly around her, grounding himself in her warmth, his forehead brushing against her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Bluey asked softly, her hand rubbing slow circles on his back.

Hades sighed, leaning into her touch, his voice low and rough. “I was kinda scared. The thought of anything bad happening to him… scared the shit out of me.”

Bluey chuckled faintly, trying to lighten the mood. “He must be really important to you.”

“Yeah,” Hades said, glancing away. “Both he and Hugo are. They’re… very important to me.”

She smiled gently. “It’s okay. He’s going to be fine.”

Hades lifted his head then, eyes meeting hers.

 “Don’t eat any food outside again,” he said, his tone firm. “If you’re hungry, I’ll request special room service. I don’t want shit like that happening to you.”

“Fine, Mr. Overprotective,” she teased, laughing softly. She reached up, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, and without breaking eye contact, let the towel around her chest slide down to her waist.

His breath hitched, eyes widening as he froze. “Bluey—”

But she only smirked, lifted the cigarette to her lips, took a long drag, and leaned forward, blowing the smoke teasingly across his face.

The corners of her lips curved in mischief as she took another puff, but before she could, Hades caught her wrist.

“I thought I told you never to smoke. Where the hell did you learn how to smoke?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

 “You’re not even coughing. Tell me the truth, this isn’t your first time smoking, is it?”

Bluey tilted her head, grinning slyly. “Hmm… I won’t quite say yes, but it’s not a no either.”

“So, while we’re on this topic,” Hades said, his tone low but teasing, “tell me what other bad things you’ve done.”

Bluey thought for a moment, pretending to count on her fingers. “Let’s see… I’ve drunk alcohol before, masturbated, twerked at a party…”

“What the f+k!” Hades cut in, eyes wide. “Here I was thinking you were all innocent.”

“I am!” she laughed. “C’mon, these are basic things girls my age do. It’s part of building experience.”

He leaned in, his nose almost brushing hers, voice dropping lower. “So tell me… are you a virgin? Or has any guy ever gotten in between these pretty legs of yours?”

Bluey met his gaze, eyes glinting with mischief. She reached up, lazily brushing her fingers through his hair.

 “Hmm… let’s see. Ten… maybe fifteen?”

“Fifteen guys?!” he exclaimed, face twisting in disbelief. “Bluey—”

She burst out laughing, standing up from his lap as the towel slipped soundlessly to the floor. 

“I’m joking, relax,” she said between giggles, walking toward the mirror.

She dropped the cigarette in the ashtray and picked up a bottle of lotion, applying it to her smooth skin. The lamplight hit her shoulders, making them glisten.

Hades stood and walked up behind her, his expression softening. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

“Good girl,” he murmured with a faint smile before picking up the hair dryer from the table. “Let me help you.”

Bluey met his reflection in the mirror, watching the way his brows furrowed in quiet focus as he gently ran his fingers through her damp hair, drying it with care.

She smiled to herself, her heart fluttering quietly at the sight of him… this dangerous man who somehow made her feel safe.

——

★𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★

Maureen stood in front of Gael, carefully knotting his tie. 

For some strange reason, he had asked her to prepare his bath, pick out his clothes, and now she was dressing him up. Every second she spent close to him made her pulse race.

She kept stealing glances at his face, trying not to meet his gaze, but every time she did, he was already looking at her. 

His eyes carried that quiet dominance that made her fingers tremble slightly as she adjusted the tie around his collar.

“All done, sir,” She finally said and stepped back, folding her hands in front of her.

“Thanks.” He paused, eyes studying her face. “Um… can I ask you a personal question?”

“Go on, sir,” Maureen replied, trying to sound composed.

“I noticed that you and Banjo have different surnames, and your daughter, Bluey, happens to be answering the same surname as him. Isn’t he your husband?”

She hesitated for a second. “Um… Banjo and I are separated. Actually, we were never really married. He… knocked me up and decided to take responsibility for the baby, so… that’s it.”

“Interesting.” He took a slow step closer, the faintest smirk forming on his lips. “So, you’re single then.” His fingers brushed through a strand of her hair.

“Sir?” she whispered, barely breathing.

“I want to take you on a date,” he said calmly, his voice low and deliberate.

Maureen’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart thudding so hard she swore he could hear it.

“A date, sir?” Maureen’s voice came out softer than she intended. “But you… your wife? Didn’t you agree on taking her back?”

Gael chuckled faintly, that low dangerous sound that made her chest tighten. 

“Me? Take Corazon back?” He leaned on the table behind him, eyes locked on hers. “I’m only going to play her the way she played me. She’ll get her show,  I’ll divorce her eventually.”

Maureen’s brows furrowed. “But still… sir, it’s not right.”

“Why not?” he asked, stepping closer, his tone turning curious. “Because you’re my maid?”

“Yes,” she breathed, looking down. “That’s exactly why.”

He tilted her chin up with two fingers until she met his gaze. 

“I don’t really care about that, Maureen,” he said quietly. “If you want… you can stay here without working. Just stay.”

Her breath hitched as his words sank in.

 “Sir, I—”

“Gael,” he corrected gently. “From now on  call me Gael.”

He moved even closer until their bodies were inches apart. The scent of his cologne wrapped around her, making her head spin. His hand lingered on her jaw, thumb tracing her cheek.

“Seems like we’re actually meant to be acquainted.”

Her eyes flickered to his lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” she whispered.

“Why?” he asked again, his breath brushing her skin. “Because it’ll make you fall for me… or because you already have?”

She blinked rapidly, her pulse racing. “You’re crossing a line, sir.”

 “Then stop me.”He smiled faintly.

But she didn’t move. His fingers slipped behind her neck, his touch firm but tender, and when he finally leaned in, his lips hovered just a breath away from hers.

“Tell me no,” he whispered.

She can’t. This is so wrong, she’s here for a mission. To help gather information concerning MIA since he was once a student there. She shouldn’t be falling in love with him.

Fine, it’s been years since she’s worked here and honestly, the thought has crossed her mind but still, the road ahead was going to be rough.

But still…. She can play along for now.

 “I… can’t… I can’t say no.”Her voice trembled.

And that was all it took as his lips met hers, slow at first, testing, then deeper, hungrier, as if he’d been holding back for far too long.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against hers. She tried to catch her breath but he kissed her again, pulling her closer.

“Ahhh!!”

Both Gael and Maureen turned to the doorway, Corazon stood there, eyes wide, trembling with fury.

“You’re finally here,” Gael said calmly, unbothered by the scene she was making.

“How dare you call me here and then I see you kissing this thing…this slut!” Corazon spat, her voice cracking with disbelief and venom.

“Excuse me?” Maureen’s voice rose slightly, her composure slipping. “I’m not the slut here. You are.”

“How dare you!” Corazon lunged forward, but Gael stepped between them, pushing her back firmly.

“I better not hear you laid a hand on her,” Gael warned, his voice cold enough to cut steel.

Corazon froze, blinking as if she couldn’t process what she’d just heard. He was defending her? Maureen? 

Her chest burned, her pride tearing itself apart as her husband…. the man she had humiliated, yes, but once owned as well stood in front of another woman like a shield.

Her face twisted with disbelief, humiliation, and wounded ego. She had walked in expecting to gloat, to reassert her control.

 Instead, she saw him kiss someone else, someone she saw as beneath her and then take her side. The reality of it hit her hard: she’d lost.

“Maureen, leave us,” Gael said quietly.

“Okay… Gael.” Maureen’s tone was gentle, but using his first name only deepened Corazon’s humiliation. 

Maureen gave Corazon one last look, steady, unafraid and walked out.

Corazon’s jaw clenched. “What’s the meaning of this? Are you pursuing her now?”

“Yes,” Gael said simply.

Her mouth fell open. “Then why the hell am I here?”

He turned to his desk, unfazed, picked up a stack of neatly organized files, and handed them to her.

“Every single penny and asset I gave you should be returned. Also, every request and compensation I listed in the divorce papers must be completed.”

“I thought you agreed on taking me back?” Corazon’s voice cracked, part anger, part desperation.

Gael gave a faint, dismissive smirk. 

“I just wanted you to suffer a bit. But nah… I’ve got my eyes on Maureen now. And I don’t want her getting jealous if I keep you around.”

Corazon’s hands shook. “How dare you!!”

“The Black Card as well,” he said flatly, holding out his hand.

 “Gael, stop this, please.”Her eyes glossed with tears.

“C’mon,” he said, bored now. “Don’t act like you don’t have money in your own credit card. I’m just collecting the one I gave you.”

“But—”

“Now.” His tone snapped like a whip.

Startled, she reached into her purse and handed over the card with trembling fingers.

He took it without another glance.

 “Now go find yourself a damn good lawyer,” he said, turning away as if she were nothing more than a nuisance.

He walked out, leaving Corazon standing in silence, humiliated, furious, and alone.

——

 ★𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 – 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★

Juniper sat on the cold concrete floor of the cell, pale, hungry and exhausted. 

 Her head spun every time she tried to focus; the room felt too small, too quiet. Regret had finally found room to breathe.

The door hissed open. Juniper looked up, surprise flaring into a fragile hope.

“Gomez… You came for me. But how’d you get in? Visitors aren’t allowed.” Her voice was thin.

Gomez stepped across the threshold, hands shoved in his pockets, face blank.

 “Paid some sluts to distract the guards,” he said casually. “Figured I’d see you. Brought food.”

Juniper’s stomach rumbled at the word. She reached toward the brown paper bag he held, desperate for anything warm.

Gomez let the bag slip from his fingers with a careful clatter. Bread and sachets tumbled onto the floor, oil and sauce splashing across the concrete.

“Oops,” he said, and didn’t move to pick it up.

“Gomez…” Juniper whispered, confusion and hurt mixing in her eyes.

He crouched, close enough that she could smell him, and his tone went cold. “Did you really think I’d let you get away with hurting him?”

“But… I… thought—”

“You thought what? That I’d automatically feel sorry for you?” He reached up, so close now his shadow swallowed her.

“I’m sorry.” Her apology was immediate, animal, the kind that comes when you realize you’re n+ked before a judge.

Gomez’s jaw tightened. He took something from his pocket and Juniper’s throat fluttered at the sight—it was a syringe. 

“No,” she breathed.

He wasted no time. The needle plunged into the side of her neck. Juniper screamed, a raw, terrified sound that bounced off the concrete.

Pain hit and then a cold, spreading numbness. Her limbs went heavy as if gravity had been doubled. 

Panic crowding the room, she clawed for the guardrail at the door, fingers scrabbling, nails scraping raw. Her vision blurred at the edges; the light pooled in slow circles.

Gomez only laughed as Juniper’s body convulsed.

“What is this?” she croaked, panic and bile in her voice.

Gomez’s grin widened, cold and calm. “That’s poison..” He spoke.

Juniper’s cough tore through her throat. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers clawed at the concrete as the room tilted. Her face flushed, then went gray, lips losing color.

 “Please… spare me…” she begged, voice thin.

“Spare you? Did you spare him?” Gomez answered, and the words were a verdict.

Her eyes fluttered. She tried to form another plea but a wet sound escaped her and then she slumped, motionless, onto the floor. For a heartbeat nothing moved but the lingering echo of her last small sound.

Gomez watched her for a long second, expression unreadable. 

“Good girl. Burn in hell,” he said, and pushed through the cell door. The latch clicked shut behind him.

—–

★ 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜★

Hyce stirred, his fingers twitching first, then his eyelids fluttered open with a quiet groan. The steady beep of the monitor filled the small clinic room. 

Sergio’s head rested against Hyce’s arm, exhaustion etched across his face.

Hyce’s hand moved slowly, ruffling Sergio’s hair. He winced as he carefully pulled off the oxygen tube from his nose.

Sergio’s head jerked up instantly. His eyes went wide—then filled with tears.

 “Hey…” Hyce murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sergio didn’t hesitate. He threw his arms around him, pulling Hyce into a trembling hug. 

 “I was scared, I was so fucking scared.” His voice cracked as he choked out.

Hyce let out a small laugh, weak but genuine. 

“Did you think I was gonna die? Nah…” he rasped, breathing unevenly. “I’m too strong to actually die. Don’t worry.”

Sergio pulled back just enough to look at him, his hands still gripping Hyce’s face as if afraid he’d disappear. 

“You’re strong, not immune to toxins like poison,” he said, his tone tight with leftover fear.

Hyce smiled faintly, his lips pale. 

“How do you feel?” Sergio asked, scanning him as though the answer might change any second.

“A bit weak,” Hyce admitted, his voice strained. “Breathing feels kinda painful right now.”

Sergio nodded, thumb brushing Hyce’s cheek. 

“Don’t talk too much,” He said quietly, emotion trembling beneath his calm tone. “You’re safe now, okay? You’re not even attempting to leave me.”

Hyce’s gaze softened.

 “Didn’t plan to,” He whispered, eyes closing as he leaned back against the pillow, his fingers still loosely hooked around Sergio’s wrist.

“So, you know it was Juniper, right?” Hyce asked quietly, his voice still raspy.

 “You know?”Sergio froze mid-sigh, turning to him.

 “I know the food was poisoned.”Hyce gave a faint, crooked smile.

Sergio’s eyes widened. “What the…. and you still ate it?! Why the hell did you eat it then?”

Hyce smirked weakly, though his tone carried that familiar sarcasm.

 “To give her the satisfaction she wants. Girl put in a lot of effort for a guy who doesn’t give a fuck about her. I’m pretty sure Gomez is going to kill her. Smart plan, right? Dying in the hands of the guy she loves. I’m giving her a happily ever after.”

Sergio stared at him, jaw dropping in disbelief. “You’re seriously not funny.”

“Are you mad at me?” Hyce muttered, shifting on the bed with a wince. “I’m the one in pain here.”

“Don’t do that again,” Sergio warned, voice low but laced with worry.

“Sure I won’t,” Hyce said with a soft grin.

Sergio exhaled and stood. “Are you hungry? The doctor said you need to eat hot spicy soup for now, helps flush out the poison completely.”

“Yeah…” Hyce murmured. 

But when Sergio turned to go, Hyce reached out, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“What?” Sergio asked, glancing back. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Hyce said, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “But it’s you I want… not food.”

Sergio paused, leaning closer until his breath brushed against Hyce’s ear. 

“Stop being naughty and focus on recovering,” he said and flicked Hyce’s forehead.

“Ouch.” Hyce rubbed the spot, frowning.

“You deserve it,” Sergio said, a small smile tugging at his lips before walking out of the room.

Hyce watched him go, amusement glinting faintly in his tired eyes. 

——

 3PM 

The beach buzzed with excitement — the moonlight glimmered over the ocean, and laughter mixed with the rhythmic crash of waves. 

Ten sleek jet skis lined the edge of the shore, engines humming in anticipation.

Students crowded around, their chatter echoing across the sand. Phones were out,  and cheers erupted as everyone gathered for the Jet Ski Competition.

“So here’s the rule of the game,” one of the students announced with a grin. 

“Ten people will step up and pick a random card. Whoever’s name is on your card becomes your partner. You’ll race down to that boat out there—” he pointed toward a distant light on the water, “—grab the flag, and speed back. The first team to return wins!”

The crowd roared in excitement.

“Guys, let’s go!!” Nia squealed, grabbing Natalie’s hand and dragging her forward.

Natalie laughed breathlessly. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“Who cares? It’s fun!” Nia said, bouncing like a child.

A few feet away, Loci and Zayne stood watching.

“Aren’t you guys playing?” Natalie asked, looking back at them.

“No,” Zayne said flatly, his arms crossed, gaze shifting toward where Bluey stood with Hades. His jaw ticked slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Let’s go!” Nia said again, tugging Natalie along. “Loci is kinda aquaphobic anyway!” she teased.

Loci raised a brow. “I just don’t like drowning, that’s all.”

Nia laughed and pulled Natalie toward the line.

**

Bluey turned to Hades, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Won’t you join?”

“Nah.” He folded his arms, smirking. “You go have fun. Be careful.”

“Really?” She tilted her head, testing him.

“Sure.”

Bluey smiled, standing on her toes to peck his lips quickly. “Okay, don’t miss me too much.”

“I already do,” he murmured under his breath as she ran off, her hair bouncing behind her, joining the rest of the students drawing cards.

***

The crowd was loud with excitement as students drew cards, laughter and teasing floating through the salty night air.

Hugo pulled a card from the box, flicked it open, and smiled faintly.

Dawn leaned in, curious. “There’s like… a one percent probability you’d draw my name,” she teased with a raised brow.

Then her eyes widened as she saw it — her own name scrawled in ink.

“Unless you cheated!” she gasped, smacking his arm lightly.

Hugo only grinned. “Let’s go.” He caught her wrist, tugging her toward one of the jet skis before she could protest.

“But—”

“I’ll take care of you, chill.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “Doesn’t matter if we win or lose. I just wanna have fun here… with you.”

Her lips parted, and before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her softly.

“Ew… gross.” Desiree’s voice cut through, arms crossed with a disgusted look.

Dawn broke into laughter, cheeks flushed.

“Hey,” Hugo said, pulling back but not letting go of Dawn. “I don’t really know what your and Sergio’s problem is with me and Dawn.”

“I’m not here,” Desiree muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked away. “Do whatever you want.”

Dawn giggled under her breath, and Hugo smirked before starting the engine.

—

Bluey stepped up next, fingers brushing through the pile before picking a card. The second she turned it over, she froze.

 “So we’re partners?”Trevor’s voice came from behind her.

She turned, and sure enough, he was smiling that cocky, confident smile of his.

“Seems so,” she said, matching his grin.

“Great.” Trevor slipped his hands into his pockets. “So, we doing this? Your boyfriend’s kinda glaring daggers at me right now, though.”

Bluey followed his gaze — Hades stood a few feet away, jaw tight, eyes sharp, his expression radiating don’t-you-dare.

Sighing, she walked over to him. “Hey…”

“What?” His tone was clipped, eyes still on Trevor.

“Are you mad? It’s just Trevor. He’s my friend.”

“When did you two become friends?” His voice dropped lower, unreadable.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about this. I really want him to be my partner for the activity.” She pouted, lower lip jutting out as she looked up at him.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Stop doing that. It makes it hard for me to resist.”

“So we’re good?” she asked softly.

He sighed and finally nodded. “Fine. I’m only letting this slide ’cause I’m in a good mood. Know your boundaries.”

“Okay.” She smiled sweetly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping back to Trevor, who was already grinning like he’d won something big.

 “That guy’s gonna regret smiling like that.”

Hades exhaled, muttering to himself.

**

The ocean roared with excitement as the students’ jet skis lined up along the shore, waves splashing against the hulls. The sunlight shimmered on the water, and the crowd cheered from the sand.

Trevor adjusted his sleeve, starting the engine as Bluey climbed on behind him.

“Hold on tight, Bluey. Don’t fall off or Hades will kill me,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a grin.

She laughed softly. “Sure thing.”

🔊 “On your mark… ready… GO!”

The gunshot cracked through the air, and in an instant, ten jet skis tore across the ocean, water spraying like diamonds under the moon.

Bluey’s arms tightened around Trevor’s waist as the machine jolted forward. The wind rushed past her face, her laughter ringing out over the sound of the waves.

“Ha! Look! We just passed Natalie and Nia!” she shouted over the noise, giggling uncontrollably as Trevor leaned into a sharp turn.

Trevor laughed, cutting through the waves at full speed, the engine growling beneath them. Her cheek rested against his back, warm and soft against the cold night breeze.

 Without thinking, his left hand left the handlebar for a second to cover hers where it clung to his waist.

“You okay back there?” he called out.

“Yeah!” she yelled back, her voice full of joy. “You smell nice too!”

He snorted. “Sure… must be you who smells like fish, then. I can perceive an awful smell from back there.”

Bluey gasped and bit his back playfully.

“Ouch!” he yelped, laughing. “Okay, okay, I take that back!”

They approached the far boat, waves splashing high as the others fought for position. 

Bluey leaned over, stretching out her hand — and grabbed one of the fluttering flags before the others could reach it.

“Got it!” she shouted triumphantly.

“Nice one!” Trevor grinned, and with that, he revved the engine again, spinning the jet ski sharply and speeding back toward the shore — water trailing behind them in a glittering arc as the crowd screamed their names.

**

The jet ski skidded onto the shallow shore, water spraying around them as Bluey hopped off, clutching the flag triumphantly.

 Trevor followed closely behind, slowing the engine and letting the waves lap at their ankles.

Bluey threw her arms around Trevor, jumping slightly as she hugged him tight.

“We won!!” she cheered, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the ocean.

Trevor’s hand slid around her waist, holding her securely as he grinned down at her. For some reason, being like this,  so close, it felt natural. Safe.

 Like being around her was like everything that mattered was right there in this moment. He didn’t even question it, didn’t analyze it. He just… let himself feel it.

Behind them, the others arrived one by one. Hugo and Dawn appeared next, dripping wet but laughing, followed by Natalie and Nia, who were a complete mess, their hair plastered to their faces, clothes soaked, and sand stuck to every wet inch of their skin.

🔊 “And the winners of the jet ski race are… Bluey and Trevor!” the announcer declared, voice carrying across the beach.

Bluey squealed again, hugging Trevor tighter.

Hades, standing a little ways off, watched them. For some strange reason, he didn’t get angry. He should’ve been scowling, telling Trevor to back off, but instead, he simply observed, his expression unreadable yet calm. 

Something about the way Trevor held her, the way she laughed freely, felt… normal. Expected. He couldn’t explain it, but it didn’t stir the rage inside him like it normally would.

Under a tent nearby, Morgan let out a tired sigh, standing from her chair. She shook her head lightly.

“He looks happy,” she murmured quietly to herself, before walking away.

——

★ 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 – 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐲𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★

Sergio slipped into the dimly lit room and moved toward the wardrobe. With a swift motion, he opened it and pulled out a large, worn brown box.

 His heart pounded as he lifted the lid and revealed the chilling contents, explosives, neatly packed and ready.

“Great plan, Raul. Geez, this guy is crazy,” Sergio muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone and dialed.

“Hey, this guy sent explosives, as in literal bombs,” Sergio said, his voice low but urgent.

“Okay then, carry out the plan tomorrow. I can’t do anything right now,” Strix replied.

“Seriously? Where do you think I should use this?” Sergio pressed.

“Use it on the Aces building. That way, your room will be affected too, and no one will suspect you,” Strix explained.

“Alright. I’ll do it tomorrow night when everyone is asleep,” Sergio decided.

“Will you be in the building? Hyce is awake, right?” Strix asked.

“I’ll convince him to stay at the clinic till tomorrow night. I can stay with him there too. His poisoning turned out to be a blessing in disguise,” Sergio said quietly.

“Okay.”

Sergio ended the call and hurriedly grabbed some of Hyce’s essentials, packing them with care. Then he slipped out of the room, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on him.

—–

★𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜★

The door swung open and Hyce looked up, his eyes settling on the figure that entered.

“Hey,” Gomez greeted, his tone casual.

“And why are you here? I almost died because your bitch tried to kill me,” Hyce replied, voice weak but sharp.

“Sorry, I already took care of it,” Gomez said, his gaze steady.

Hyce looked away, the weight of exhaustion and relief evident in his posture.

Gomez crouched slightly, reaching to hold Hyce’s hand. “Wow, you’re letting me hold you?”

“I don’t have the strength to struggle right now, so don’t read too much into it,” Hyce said softly.

“You feeling better?” Gomez asked, concern creeping into his tone.

“Yes. Sergio’s taking good care of me. You don’t have to worry,” Hyce replied, eyes focused on the floor.

“You… must really love him so much,” Gomez said quietly, almost to himself.

“I do. Can we not go over this topic again?” Hyce’s voice carried a hint of finality.

“Okay. I get it now. You love him so much. I’ll stop pursuing you… but it’s going to be hard, ‘cause I’m not going to love another,” Gomez admitted, his expression unreadable.

 

Hyce shifted slightly, trying to pull his hand free.

“Gomez… I appreciate it, but I need some space right now,” Hyce said, his voice firm but gentle.

Gomez’s eyes softened, a small, understanding nod. “I get it… I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Hyce managed a weak smile. “I’m okay… thanks to you and Sergio.”

Gomez leaned back slightly, still holding Hyce’s hand for a moment longer. “You really care about him, don’t you?”

Hyce nodded, looking away. “More than anything. And that’s not going to change.”

There was a quiet pause before Gomez stood, brushing his hands on his pants. “I’ll give you space… but can I at least ask for one hug before I go?”

Hyce hesitated, shaking his head slightly. “Not right now.”

Gomez sighed, about to turn away, but Hyce called after him. “Come get silly.”

Before Gomez could respond, Hyce leaned forward, and Gomez wrapped his arms tightly around him. Hyce stiffened at first, then relaxed slightly under the warmth.

“I love you… so much, Hyce,” Gomez whispered into his ear, holding him a little longer before finally letting go.

Hyce exhaled, feeling the mix of comfort and tension that always came with Gomez.

 “I know… now go before I change my mind and hit you,” he said, managing a small, teasing smirk.

Gomez chuckled softly, giving one last squeeze before stepping back and walking out of the clinic.

——★

It was around 9pm. Most of the students had either gone to their rooms to sleep or were quietly chatting with friends, the beach resort settling into a soft nighttime calm.

Hades and Bluey lay together on a mat spread across the warm sand, close enough to the gentle waves for the ocean to lap softly nearby. 

Bluey had slipped into one of Hades’ oversized shirts and a pair of panties, the fabric loose and comfortable against her skin. 

“It’s so pretty…” Bluey whispered, looking up at the stars scattered across the clear night sky.

“Yeah. Really, really pretty,” Hades said, his voice calm but low, almost possessive.

Bluey turned her gaze toward him and caught him staring at her. Her cheeks flushed.

“I’m talking about the stars, dummy,” she said, a small laugh escaping her lips.

“Hmm…” Hades murmured, leaning closer. “You’re prettier.”

“Shut up,” Bluey said, swatting at him lightly, though her smile betrayed her.

Hades’ hands found her waist, and he tugged her gently until she was sitting on him, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

“You’re not just pretty,” he said, his voice husky with intensity. “You’re s+xy, you’re hot, you’re daring, irresistible, and completely mine. Bless the day I met you, Bluey.”

Bluey’s heart raced. She leaned back slightly against him, the warmth of his body radiating through her, and let herself simply breathe in the moment as the waves whispered behind them.

“And you’re mine too. I love you so damn much, Hades,” Bluey whispered, her fingers brushing his jaw.

“I love you even more,” he said, his thumb tracing slow circles on her waist.

“But I’m not your girlfriend yet,” she added with a tiny pout.

Hades blinked. “Huh?”

“You didn’t ask officially.” She crossed her arms like a child trying to look serious, even though she was fighting back a grin.

Hades chuckled, then suddenly flipped her over, pinning her gently beneath him on the mat. The stars glimmered above them, and the ocean breeze played with her hair as he leaned close, his voice dropping low.

“Bluey,” he said, eyes burning into hers.

 “You’re not my girlfriend… because that word’s too small for what you are to me. You’re my woman. My everything. My light and my darkness. My peace and my ruin. You got me fucked up the day I first set my eyes on you, and I haven’t been the same since.”

Bluey’s breath hitched, her cheeks turning pink as her lips parted slightly.

 “Wow,” she whispered. “That’s… strong.”

She bit her bottom lip, and that was all it took. Hades leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss — slow at first, then heavier, full of warmth and possession. 

Her hands gripped his shirt as she melted into him, the world spinning away until there was only the sound of waves and the rhythm of their breathing.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, both of them breathless.

“I wanna kiss more,” Bluey murmured, her voice trembling between a plea and a tease.

Hades smirked, brushing his lips against hers again. “Then don’t ask, sweetheart. Just take it.”

Bluey and Hades continued kissing, their connection deepening with every moment. Bluey let out a soft, breathy sound, overwhelmed by the sensation of Hades’ touch. 

His tongue moved gently but with intensity, exploring her in a way that made her heart race.

Breaking the kiss, Hades looked at her with a low, serious voice.  

“I’m going to reward you right now, for being such a good girl on this trip.”

“Huh?”Bluey blinked, caught off guard.  

His hand reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly over her head. She blushed as she covered her bare breasts with her palms, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“Someone might see us,” she whispered, hesitant.

“We’re far enough from the building, and it’s not very bright here. Just relax,” he reassured her in a deep, calming tone.

His eyes held hers completely, unwavering and intense as he gently moved her hands away from her chest.

“You’re so f+king perfect,” He murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration as he held her b👀bs carefully.

His lips latched onto her b👀bs, sucking it so desperately while his fingers tweaked her other nipple.

“Oh my goodness….Hades..” Bluey moaned, shutting her eyes as she shuddered on the mat. 

Her body kept arching off the mat but his weight pinned her down. His lips left her boobs.

“Relax, we’ve got all night. Be a little patient, will you?” He smirked.

She instantly felt cold air hit her bare p+sy, did he just rip her p+nties with his hands? F+k, her brain was already in a turmoil.

His hand slid on her thighs, teasing the area where her thighs meet her pussy, letting it linger there for a while, tracing deliberate circles on her smooth skin.

“You’re f+king soaked, Bluey. And it’s all for me.” 

Right now, he was tempted to pull down his p+nts and f+k her so he can listen to her scream his name. But not right now and certainly not tonight, tonight was all for her own pleasure. 

Her hands gripped his shoulders, widening her legs to give him better access. He held her waist high, giving him a clearer view of her soaked p+sy.

“Fuck…. What a pretty pink p+sy.”He groaned and then what he did next sent waves of sensations flowing through her body.

He gave her p+sy a long, wet lick from his tongue. Her nails digged into the mat as her back arched off the mat.

“Fu+k!! Do it again..”She pleaded and he smirked.

His face moved closer to her wet slit and this time, his tongue stick right into her soaked cunt earning a loud m0an from her. Her legs started to vibrate and he held her in place, eating her up. 

His face was soaked in her juices, at some point she became worried he might run out of breath so she pulled back slightly, breathing hard.

He looked at her, his face completely soaked.

“What’s the matter?” He growled.

“You..are you breathing well? I’m worried…” She asked, although her thighs never stopped shaking, clenching together.

He held her thighs wider apart as he kissed her tummy.

“I don’t care if you suffocate me with your pretty cunt. I’d be happy knowing I died from such a blessing.” He said.

She bit her lips hard.

“You taste so good.” The tip of his fingers inches in and her walls clenched around him, her juices flowing freely as she mumbled quietly.

“Oh…God..!!”

“More?” He questions, sliding in further.

“Yes, more.” Bluey breathed. “Just fuck me, Hades, f+k me hard with your fingers, make my juices drip down and make me c+m, please…. please… please.” She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

“That’s my good girl.” He said proudly as he dipped his fingers into her.

His movements quickens as he f+ks her harder and faster with his fingers, and her entire body shivers and trembles.

They both maintained eye contact, her mouth wide , tears in her eyes as pleasure took over her. Her cun+ clenched harder and twitches, and he knew she was close. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Come on, Bluey. Clench harder and c+m on my fingers.” He thrusts his fingers deep, adding two more fingers at once making it three.

“Oh…my…fuu+kkk!!” Bluey cried at the top of her lungs.

He felt it, he felt liquid coming out of her, extremely hot as she screams, having an intense orgasm and not just that, he felt liquid splashing all over his face and his chest, and on her body too.

F+k….this is beyond everything he ever imagined.

“You’re a squ+rter?” He pulls his fingers out as she reached the peak of her org@sm. 

Her body, her mind was a total mess. She wasn’t thinking straight at this point. All she wanted right now was him. His c+k, buried into her.

She grabbed his arm.

“Do it already, Hades. Just f+k me, I promise…. I’m so ready.” She pleaded, sitting up as her hands went to his shorts.

She could see how hard he is, so there’s no doubt he’s going to give in to her demands, but he held her wrist stopping her.

“Hades…”

“Calm down, Mi Ruina.” He growled .

“I can’t calm down. I need you right now.” She insisted, kissing him deeply before pulling away.

“You’re not ready. Whenever you’re ready, I will know, cause the day I will f+k you…..” He leaned closer to her ear.

“Every living soul in MIA will hear you scream.” He whispered and bit her neck.

Bluey felt shivers run down her spine as his hot  breath hit her and liquid gushed down her thighs.

“Oh….f+k…!!”

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰

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