Cursed

Chapter One

Sam's pov:

The door slid open with a quiet hiss, and out walked the newest contestant, this one was a strong built, tall, very muscular. He would die.

I was alone yet again to wait on whether he would survive or not, another to take his place. I looked around the room and waited for my card, on the back wall behind me I heard a ding and a shuffle of papers, after grabbing them I sat puzzled wondering what I was supposed to do with these, the papers were supposed to give a brief summary of my newest contestant. Height, weight, eye color, blood type, kinks, sexual orientation, favorite sports, anything that I may need to entertain them. But the card was empty, not even a small picture in the corner. So I sat patiently not needing the card, if it was a male that walked in it would be simple to entertain him until his death and if it was a female I knew how to work with them.

I was bred for a simple chaotic workfield that was in the simplest words, an arena. Before the fighter would go and risk his or her life it was my job to raise their hopes, or give them some fun before their death. The room I sat in blocked out all forms of magic except for my ability to change my form into whatever my contestant wanted me to be and a brief summary of how I should act as this new form. The room would also change to suit the contestants needs the best, a nice peaceful mountain hut for instance or something on the beach, always something relaxing.

The door hissed giving me a couple seconds to read the mind of whoever was about to enter the room and change my form, I found nothing, so guessing it was someone with enough IQ that I couldn't read I just took the form of a simple blonde, blue eyes, very dumb, not easy to resist.

The room changed as well almost on que and I wondered what paradise it would change into this time. The lights dimmed and in an instant I was in darkness and then the room changed into it's original default, everything changed to white, white couch, walls and floor. I never seen this room before except for when I first started here. This was not supposed to be happening, the contestant would not be happy.

In he walked, he was tall and lean with dark black hair covering his eyes until he flipped it back showing the darkest pupils I've ever seen, contrasting his pale skin. His body said sex God, yet his eyes said God didn't want anything to do with him, I followed his body down stopping at his arms, he seemed like he could push a mountain, his left arm was covered in what looked like tribal tattoos swirling down his arm.
I couldn't hold back a smirk, as this contestant was young. They always were too easy to please. I walked towards him, my hips moving just enough to catch his attention.
The boy turned toward me, his eyes sparking an interest for just a second, I tried to read his mind but all I could pick up was a strong sense of lust, my smirk growing. My power growing the closer I get to my contestant.
Nearly on top of him, I started my job.
"Aren't you a big boy"
The boy stared back at me and spoke,
"Are you supposed to entertain me" the boy more stated than asked.
I tried to stay on script.
"Well that depends on what you'd like to do" I flirted, "there's no one here and I promise not to tell"
The boy leaned down slowly, nearly grazing my ear until he spoke,
"I don't think you'll be able to speak with your throat slit."