“Games can be won by cheating or by playing fair, Maximus always won because he was the one who made the game itself…”
Lavender would spend the first month under Maximus’s rule being forced to clean whatever mess he made by what appeared to be torture or a m******e. Each room she was required to make spotless had been coated with thick layers of blood, some from what seemed to be years prior as it had caused some of the white tiles to begin to turn a dark crimson. Her mind wondered what happened in these rooms before she got to them, and she lied to herself in thinking it was not blood-but the smell, it was unmistakably the scent of death, and the way it stained the area-there was no way it could have been anything else. But it would be the first day of that next month that Lavender would
