I shouldn’t be in this mansion, in this twisted contest, with these strange men and women.
The things they’re willing to do as they play Trevor’s game are beyond belief.
The plotting and backstabbing is too much to take.
I only have one ally. One reason for staying. But as much as I’m drawn to Trevor’s right-hand man Daniel, he keeps pushing me away. We’re red-hot one second … but I’d swear he hates me the next.
I’m better than this place. The hedonism should repel me, and the fact that I’ll only play with the one man I’m not allowed to have should have gotten me thrown out long ago.
But I’m still here, and so is Daniel.