The final wager

Of course, there was no choice in the matter. Everything had gone exactly as the Fat Man orchestrated, from the moment the hero stepped foot into the casino. And finally, the trap was closing around Eris’s neck.

‘I can’t wait till you’re mine.’ The Fat Man chuckles to himself. ‘I’ll enjoy breaking you in and turning you into my breeding bitch. Just imagining the prophesied hero reduced to a cockslut is enough to make me cum!’

As Eris stumbles back to her seat, he motions for the dealer to start the final wager. He can barely suppress his grin as he sees his cards, a pair of aces. ‘It’s useless. You can’t win against the house. Everything here is under my control. This next hand is completely rigged. There’s no chance you can win.’

On the other side of the table, Eris clutches her cards in sweaty palms, a Q♦ and 4♠. It’s not great but she has no choice but to play. She winces as each card is dealt out.

A♦ 8♠ K♦ J♦

Her heart soars. She has a chance! If the last card is a ten or diamond, she’d have a hand.

Not even daring to blink, her stare burns holes into the table as the dealer flips over the final card. A♠.

A pit forms in her stomach as the Fat Man slams down his hand. “Full house. I’m afraid that's game, set and match.”

Everything is spinning. Eris feels like passing out until suddenly, a clear voice cuts through her despair. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.” The Fat Man smugly grins, until he looks back at the table, his eyes widening. “What?”

Instead of an A♠, a 2♦ sits in its place, giving Eris a flush. “I- I won?” She says shakily as she reveals her hand.

“That’s impossible. You must have cheated-” The Fat Man begins angrily, his brows furrowing, only for Natalie to cut him off.

“Or maybe you just saw wrongly.” She coos sweetly. “After all, you declared your win before Eris even showed her hand, even though she still had a chance of winning. Or maybe it's because you knew she couldn’t win?” Natalie flutters her eyelids innocently.

‘Natalie…’ Eris gazes at the other woman gratefully. ‘Huh? I swear her hair looks almost white under these lights…’

“Guh…” The Fat Man sputters.