Tag (Game of Crows #1) Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Game of Crows Series by Natalie Bennett
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Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 176552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 883(@200wpm)___ 706(@250wpm)___ 589(@300wpm)
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Happy Hunting.

“I’m watching it now,” I said, hesitating before I tapped the screen.

The thumbnail expanded.

At first, the frame was angled down at the ground. Leaves. Dirt. A boot. Someone was breathing behind the camera, the sound distorted and warped. Then a voice came, just as distorted.

“This is the part where you run.”

The camera lifted. It caught a Private Property sign nailed to a tree, then panned over a cornfield just as a girl burst out of it, sprinting toward the woods. She was barefoot, visibly bruised. Dressed in nothing but a bra and underwear. Her arms were bound in front of her with what looked like a red zip-tie as she ran past. The person recording followed without rushing, boots moving over twigs and roots like he wasn’t even trying.

The footage was too smooth.

A thin wire stretched between two trees came into frame. The girl hit it hard. Her body folded and dropped with a choked gasp and a sickening crack.

I choked on a breath and held my throat as if it were I who had just run into that. “What the fuck is this?”

“I don’t know,” Ashton said, his voice tight through the speaker. “But I swear to god, for a second I thought—”

The footage cuts to a room. No—a basement. Or a bunker. Dark stone walls were too smooth to be natural. Too sterile to be anything but planned. The corners blurred. Shadows warped unnaturally. The girl was there, and alive. Much to my relief. I wasn’t sure if it was better for her, though.

Her bra had been taken off and was now shoved into her mouth like a gag. Blood ran from her neck in thin rivulets from where the wire had cut. Her arms were bound above her head; rope threaded through a hook bolted into the ceiling.

Someone else stepped into view, masked and silent. They circled her like she was meat hung to drain. “You said Hellraiser was your favorite, right?” The voice was still distorted, but playful.

The girl sobbed. Broken, hoarse sounds leaked around the gag—her bra, twisted and soaked. Her blonde hair had been hacked off in jagged chunks. Pieces stuck to her shoulders like straw. The camera shifted. Barely. Enough to catch movement in the corner. Someone else was there, watching.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, barely audible.

The main guy vanished off-screen, then reappeared, dragging some kind of altered chain behind him. It scraped along the floor,

He looped it around her waist--twice. Then dragged it lower—between her knees—hooking it to something bolted to the floor. I flinched and nearly dropped my phone when she started to scream. The sound was raw, muffled by the gag in her mouth, but it still came through my phone speaker crystal clear.

I think I understood why he mentioned what her favorite movie was. Tiny metal rods on each link of the chain pierced through her skin. Blood was dripping from everywhere. The worst had to be between her legs.

My stomach turned.

I didn’t want to keep watching this, but I couldn’t look away. Her body was bowed in two directions from how the restraints were placed.

Then the camera panned again.

It turned toward the far wall and revealed yet another masked figure. They held a second camera, filming too. The first person turned to face us, getting right in the lens so we could no longer see the girl, only hear her.

His breath fogged the lens.

“We can’t wait to play with all of you. Each of you will be It soon.”

The camera snapped forward in a jarring zoom, just a flash of the girl’s body behind him as someone pulled on her chain, ripping into her flesh.

“Happy hunting,” they taunted.

The video ended, and I was back in the Marked chat. What the hell did I just watch? There was no way that was real. If their goal was to torment the Marked, they had done an excellent job. I had to give them that. None of the masked people in that video were wearing masks I had seen already. Just how many were there?

“Sanj?”

I startled, remembering Ashton was on the phone. He had gone quiet at some point.

“Yeah,” I answered quietly. “I’m here.”

“You’re… not freaking out?”

“No.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “I’m disturbed. But this isn’t real.”

“How do you know that?”

“The cuts in the footage and the edited clips. Because people are starting to see it now.” I scrolled through the chat. “Only three think it’s legit.”

I shifted forward on the bed, my brain clicking through theories. This was far more Ari or Cloe’s area of expertise.

“And two,” I continued, “if this were real, the cops would be crawling all over it. That video alone would be enough to shut the Hunt down permanently. As powerful as Crowsfell is, they’re not going to risk being associated with live-action snuff films. I doubt that part was in our student handbook.”


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