40. Thriller.

I lazily walked away from the kitchen and knew I actually had a game room right here in the mansion. I set off to get everything ready and reserve the games. I had game chairs here if you wanted to play on them, big plush sofas if they were hit, and armchairs. I had everything.

I knew that in my life things weren't coming easy for me and I have always had a price to pay, but I was pretty sure that losing my straps, me sacrificing my life was quite a payment enough for me to have a good time with my husbands; it is not guaranteed in this pack, not for me and no matter how much I wanted it. It was just a fact of life that I was always the one who was left out, who did not belong. 

I had had no action in over a year, probably going on two years now, and now I might get quite a taste for it. And Charles was safe. You could take him into the room and give him a good spanking without his head splitting open with emotion. He would be so ready after I had tuned him in first. 

I needed sex as much as others in this pack and sometimes it felt even more but as I was not an energy creature, these did not notice or see my need to have some hot cock in my pussy as acute as Mariella's or wolves' needs even they had sex all year round, no need to them to save the world and lose their straps.

I was trying to curb my bitterness and hope for the best, but as I was realistic, I kept my guard on. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the gaming room as I meticulously arranged my games. The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn slightly to block out any glare from the sun. It was essential for the display to be just right in order to fully enjoy the game.

Just as I was finishing up, Mariella entered the room. She took a moment to survey the space, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What on earth kind of room is this?" she exclaimed, marveling at the sofas and chairs.

Her curiosity was piqued when she spotted the game consoles.

"I've never played with them. Can I try?" she asked eagerly.

I nodded, realizing I had some time to spare. I reminded myself to stay realistic, knowing that there might be obstacles like wolves trying to snatch Charles or Damon using Mariella to manipulate me.

Taking a seat on a comfortable chair, not my ultimate chair, but still a nice one, I said, "See for yourself what you want to play. I'm trying to improve, but it'll be decades before I beat the Master."

Mariella seemed surprised and commented, "I didn't know Damon played."

I chuckled and clarified, "Master is my nickname for Charles Cornick in this gaming world. He's unbeatable, but oh well... And the same goes for every iteration of Sonic. But I..."

I paused, leaving my sentence unfinished.

Curious, Mariella urged me to continue, saying, "What were you going to say? Just finish it."

She peered at me with curiosity.

Letting out a sigh, I admitted, "Well, it's just my sex-deprived brain playing tricks on me. It's been two years since I've had any sex, and sometimes I get these thoughts of seduction between me and Charles."

My voice carried a mix of shame, boredom, and apprehension.

Mariella looked at me, her voice barely audible as she breathed, "Seriously, Mimi, with your constant lust and two years of deprivation, how can you remain so calm? But I'm always intrigued by your seduction games. I want to learn new ways."

"I have my ways," I murmured, the words hanging in the air. "I use my lust for other things. Like the bloodlust, the desire for vengeance, and such. I'm not as driven by sexual desires as you, but I must admit, it's been on my mind quite a lot lately. My little seduction." A mischievous grin played on my lips. "How about I show you?"

Leaning in closer, I continued, "I'll take care of Charles, and you can see if you'll do the same for Salvatore. It could be quite a thrilling game, getting them to swear out loud."

Mariella responded, her voice filled with intrigue, "You can seduce Damon too if you want. I don't fully own him."

I shook my head, a knowing smirk forming. I had learned the truth - she did own him, no matter what she claimed. Mariella watched me play for a moment, her eyes fixed on the screen. My fingers pressed the buttons of the controller as I navigated Sonic through the game, though my skills were far from impressive. I chuckled, realizing that children could beat me at this. Sonic walked, never running as fast as possible, and my jumps and speed were subpar.

With each death of Sonic, Mariella let out a sigh of frustration, clearly unimpressed with my playing. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer.

"Let me try," she said, her voice tinged with determination.

I relinquished control of the game to her and watched as she took an expert position, effortlessly maneuvering through the challenges. She was a natural.

I observed her for a while, realizing that Charles now had a formidable opponent. This only added to the excitement.

Turning to Mariella, I explained my plan. "Now, we're going to challenge the men to play with us, and then we're going to disrupt their games. Charles is the perfect target for this. He's so competitive, he won't be able to resist the challenge. He has to win."

Mariella smiled mischievously and responded, "What if the men try to interfere? Let's see if I can place a few results from Mistress Salvatore up there as well."

I grunted, acknowledging her point. "I'm not particularly skilled at that, so there's no fear that Charles will even attempt it. I'm not a threat to him. He just wants to win."

I paused for a moment before adding, "The question is, can you seduce or do you have to win the game? All I know is that I'll let you two fight it out, and I won't interfere with Charles. I always have Adam."

Mariella's voice carried a hint of mischief as she spoke, her words laced with anticipation. "Let's see if we can get the men all playing. Then it'll be fun."

I noticed her tone lacked the seductive quality I had expected, leading me to believe she was more interested in participating than in seducing. As Mariella immersed herself in the game, her focused expression revealed her true identity as a player, not a seductress. I joined in for a while, playing Sonic Rally, a game I struggled with but enjoyed, nonetheless. The familiar sound effects of Sonic's adventures filled the room, creating an energetic atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Charles remained in the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal, while both Salvatores joined in the festivities. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they engaged in lighthearted banter. Observing Charles from afar, my gaze fixated on him. I stopped playing and went to challenge him. 

 Approaching him, I pressed my body against his, allowing him to feel my hardened nipples. With a flirtatious tone, I whispered, "Did you know, my dear, that you now have a worthy competitor in the game? Mariella has discovered the joy of Sonics, and soon, there may be other names on the leaderboard besides Cornick. Perhaps even the title of 'mistress' will grace the list."

Charles turned towards me, his eyes meeting mine. He embraced me, his lips meeting mine in a passionate and lingering kiss. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he spoke condescendingly, "Yes, I am well aware of how to protect my records. Mariella poses no threat. Come, my love, let me show you."

Politely excusing himself from the conversation, Charles told his intention to seduce Salvatore's wife.

Damon, overhearing our exchange, chimed in, "Which one? It's always Mimi who feels left out, but we'd love to see Mariella join in too. Let's make it a contest, Cornick. Who can win Mariella's affection?"

Charles grunted and responded, "I won't make any promises, but I'll go and see if she's up for a match."

We made our way to the game room, and I settled into my comfortable gaming chair. Currently engrossed in a truck game, I navigated the virtual roads with a sense of nostalgia. The sights of Europe or America, depending on the game, unfolded before me as I focused on delivering my cargo. However, driving safely and adhering to the rules of the road were not my idea of how I played my game. This game, unlike others, allowed me to reminisce about my human days, adding an extra layer of enjoyment to the experience.

 I owned every single Pokemon game, but my desire to drive consumed me. In this game, I exploited the modes to ensure my truck remained unscathed, effortlessly obliterating any opponents in my path. Cheating was my way of injecting excitement into the game, a rebellious release from the restrictions of my real life. My gaming chair was my throne, meticulously chosen to cater to my every need. I was the queen of the roads. Or maybe menace. 

Oblivious to my surroundings, I settled into the comfort of the chair, the console resting on its armrest. The screen before me was of decent size, perfectly complemented by the game controller in my grasp. This chair was tailor-made for me, eliminating the need for pedals and steering wheels; after all, this was a game, not a driving lesson.

With my position secured, I delved into the game with zeal. The other trucks marveled at my audacity as I raced alongside them, fearlessly defying conventions. Occasionally, I found myself stuck, unable to navigate a turn, but with some maneuvering, I always managed to free my truck. It was all part of the thrill. I reveled in the sheer joy of letting go, relishing in the perfect way I played the game.

Suddenly, a velvety voice whispered in my ear, "Interesting strategy, baby. Maybe not the conventional approach, but when have you ever followed the rules? You always forge your own path."

Damon stood behind me, accompanied by his accomplice, number two. Glancing to my left, I noticed number two deliberately provoking Mariella, solidifying his position as a teaser. Ignoring Damon's inquiry, I remained fixated on the game. I slammed on the gas, colliding head-on with a truck transporting cars, reveling in the satisfying crunch.

Damon, undeterred by my disinterest, sidled up beside me, crouching down to lean on my gaming chair. "Impressive chair," he remarked, the sole centerpiece in the room. "A true control center. Tell you what, baby, move over for a moment. Let me experience it for myself. I might just need one of these chairs for my own. Or should you take a breather first?"

Fine. His voice, low and menacing, sent shivers down my spine, making me wary of accepting any sedative. The air grew tense as he approached, a palpable threat lingering in his presence. Reluctantly, I stopped my game, saved it for a later day, and shut down the game. I refrained from mentioning that the chair he now occupied was one-of-a-kind, lovingly crafted by a flea woman, a real artisan. It was tailored to my exact measurements, but I chose to silently retreat, finding solace in another corner as Damon settled into the seat with calculated ease.

As he sat there, his gaze fixed on me, his cold eyes pierced through my facade.

"I believe this chair is mine now," he declared, his voice dripping with authority. "As the pack leader and alpha male, I'll claim my rightful share. Unless, of course, you wish to challenge me, Mimi."

With a resigned sigh, I thought to myself, "Sit, play. I'll move on to my next endeavor."

Maintaining a neutral expression, I acknowledged, "I won't challenge you. I'll find a new chair. I know who made this one. It was custom-made. But go ahead, play. I have other things to attend to."

Damon's eyes sparked with a dangerous intensity upon learning the chair's unique origins. Choosing to ignore his reaction, I cleared my mind and walked away once more, heading towards my stone room. There, I immersed myself in my beloved hobbies, fully aware of the risks involved with the stone dust.

The room was meticulously designed for my safety, equipped with enhanced ventilation and filters. Exhaust fans and pipes efficiently carried away the dust, ensuring my well-being. Eight distinct drums, each filled with stones of various sizes, awaited my attention, ready to be sorted. This hobby brought me joy, and I had spared no expense in making it a secure haven. Flea experts, including Colin, had assisted me in creating this sanctuary, providing invaluable knowledge and materials.

Determined to uncover the beauty hidden within the stones, I began the process of emptying the drums and meticulously identifying and categorizing each gem. My spare time had been dedicated to studying gemology, with fellow flea market enthusiasts sharing their expertise and study materials. Being a pretender allowed me to absorb knowledge effortlessly, thanks to my photographic memory.

The spacious basement room was bathed in bright, illuminating lights, casting a warm glow over the large, sturdy tables that were laid out with an array of intriguing stones. As I sat comfortably in the well-cushioned work chair, I could feel the smooth surface of the stones beneath my fingertips, their coolness sending a pleasant shiver up my spine.

The air was filled with the earthy scent of minerals, a unique aroma that hinted at the treasures waiting to be unearthed. I could smell what there was in each stone, so every boulder and piece of rock was more or less selected purposefully. 

Adorning one wall of the room was a substantial shelf adorned with numerous compartments, each meticulously labeled. It served as a place for the stones I had already identified, a growing collection of rare gems and precious stones like rubies, emeralds, and even a few sparkling diamonds. They were raw, and uncut, but I had equipment to make them shine. And skills as well. 

With eager anticipation, I began my work by focusing on the massive boulders, knowing that some would require careful chopping, while others would find their place in my display case as mixed stones. I had my display room where I had a multitude of things on display, from rocks, and minerals to gems to my awards and prizes too. There was still room to put these bigger pieces which might have several unique stones in them to display, mostly for me to enjoy, but in the past, there had been quests as well who had seen them.

As I carefully maneuvered the largest drum to the table, I could hear the faint rumble of stones rolling out onto the surface. They were sizable, each about the size of my head, their weight and texture adding to their allure.

After returning the drum to its designated spot, I turned my attention to the meticulously organized vats of stones, their various sizes neatly sorted. With practiced hands, I filled the drum to the brim, the clinking and clanking of stones filling the air as they settled into place. The weight of the drum was noticeable as I secured it, a satisfying confirmation of a fruitful expedition. I put grinding powder in there and put the drum on. 

Eager to explore further, I ventured towards the boulders, carefully turning them over to discover hidden treasures. Some of these stones were already a sight to behold, their natural beauty captivating me, and I hesitated to alter them through chopping. With a sense of appreciation, I moved on, leaving them intact and embracing their untamed allure.

Continuing my journey, I focused on the smaller stones, gradually sifting through them. Amongst this assortment, I discovered a few that were already identifiable, and I carefully placed them on the shelf, adding to my growing collection. With each stone, I felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing that my work was not only rewarding but also held the potential for great value.

My life, well, it was never easy, but I had my way of making this work. I sighed in my mind and just let go of the worries of tomorrow as I let my soul hum in satisfaction, doing something else than fighting, killing, or lying in bed sick and feeble. I was living my life, in Salvatore Pack and it was not perfect but it was doable.