The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 4
Within seconds, the messages disappeared from the chat, as if they’d been nothing but a hallucination.
Ariana stared at her phone, her hand trembling so violently she nearly dropped it. The realization hit her like a physical blow,
driving the air from her lungs. The cold truth spread through her veins like poison.
Everything–her “accident” at the pool, her fever, the “medicine“-had all been meticulously orchestrated as part of their sick game.
The pills Luigi had so tenderly given her, pretending to care, were specifically designed to intensify her suffering.
She’d known they were using her, had heard it with her own ears at the hospital, but experiencing it firsthand made the betrayal
infinitely more devastating. The calculated cruelty of it all made her physically ill.
Her phone lit up with Luigi’s name.
“Where the fuck are you?” His voice was sharp with urgency, almost angry. “Why aren’t you at the apartment?”
Ariana took a deep, steadying breath, forcing herself to sound detached: “My fever got worse. I had to go
to the ER.”
The line went dead silent before Luigi responded, his tone suddenly softer: “I’m coming over. Which hospital?”
“Don’t,” she cut him off, her voice eerily calm. “They’re just giving me fluids and keeping me overnight. You seem busy with
your... other priorities. Don’t let me interrupt.
Her controlled tone seemed to quiet something in him too. After several seconds of silence, he asked carefully: “Did you check
your phone at all?”
So that
1. it. He wasn’t worried about her health–he was terrified she’d seen those messages, that their
game was exposed.
“No,” she lied, “The doctor said my temperature was dangerously high. I’ve been a little preoccupied with not dying to scroll
through social media.”

Another weighted silence before Luigi spoke, his voice carrying an emotion she couldn’t quite identify. “As long as I’m around,
nothing bad will happen to you. I promise.”
The hollow reassurance made her want to scream. A bitter laugh caught in her throat.
As long as he was around? Every ounce of pain she’d experienced over the past three years could be
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traced directly back to him. He wasn’t her protector–he was her tormentor.
Later that evening. Ariana was discharged.

As she stepped onto the sidewalk to call an Uber, a van screeched to a halt beside her. Before she could. process what was
happening, three men jumped out and grabbed her, one clamping a sweet–smelling cloth over her mouth and nose.
Her last coherent thought before the darkness claimed her was a desperate prayer: Please let this just be random, not another
one of Luigi’s games. Please let him find me.
When she regained consciousness, Ariana found herself in a seedy motel room, wrists and ankles bound with zip ties. Four
rough–looking men surrounded her, their expressions making her skin crawl.
“Sleeping Beauty’s awake,” the largest one sneered, running a finger down her cheek. “Luigi’s little princess, all wrapped up like
a present.”
What do you want?”
“Please,” she whimpered, the fog still clearing from her mind, “Who are you? What do you
“Damn, she’s even hotter when she’s scared,” another one laughed, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. “That rich boy’s
been hogging you all to himself.”
“Maybe after we’re done, we’ll take some pictures for your boyfriend,” a third one said, pulling out his phone. “Show him what a
slut his girlfriend really is.”
Ariana fought desperately, twisting and kicking despite her restraints, but in her weakened state, she was no match for them.
They laughed at her struggles, treating her resistance like foreplay.

As they tore at her clothes, tears streamed down her face. Despite everything, in that moment of pure terror, she still found
herself desperately hoping Luigi would somehow find her–that he would burst through that door and save her.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the door exploded inward, wood splintering from its hinges.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Luigi’s voice was unrecognizable–a primal roar of pure rage that made even Ariana
freeze in shock.
The men scattered like cockroaches, stumbling over each other in their haste to escape the murderous. fury radiating from him.
Ariana curled into herself on the bed, violent tremors wracking her body. When she looked up at Luigi, what she saw stopped her
heart–genuine fear in his eyes, raw panic, and something that looked dangerously close to devastation.
For that brief moment, it was like seeing an entirely different person.
“Ariana........” He rushed to her side, bús hands visibly shaking as he reached for her.
But the trauma was too fresh. She flinched away instinctively, a broken seb escaping her lips as she pressed herself against the
headboard
The hurt that flashed across his face seemed genuine, but before she could process it, the room began to spin, black spots
dancing atross her vision. The combination of medication, trauma and exhaustion finally overtook her, and the shipped back into
unconsciousness.

Some time later. Ariana drifted back to awareness in what she recognized as a hospital room.
Before the could open her eyes, the heard voices just outside her door–Luigi and his friends, speaking in
hushed but heated tones.
“What the actual fuck was that?” Luigi’s voice was barely controlled, trembling with rage. “Which one of you geniuses thought
hiring men to sexually assault her was part of the plan?”
“Chill, bro,” Tyler’s voice was dismissive. “We thought you wanted to speed things up. Ninety–seven down. just two more to go,
then you’re free to be with Lella. We were doing you a solid.”
“By having her raped?” Luigi’s voice rose sharply, making the others fall silent. “I never authorized anyone to fucking touch her
like that!”

Blake sounded genuinely confused: “Dude, what’s the big deal? Isn’t this whole thing about making her life hell? Why are you
suddenly so precious about how we do it?”
There was a crash–like something being violently overturned–followed by tense silence.
Ariana strained to hear, her heart pounding painfully in her chest.
“I don’t know,” Luigi finally said, his voice quieter but no less intense. “I just don’t fucking know anymore.”
Derek’s voice took on a cautious tone: “Luigi... this isn’t like you. When was the last time you even spoke to Leila? The way you
looked when you carried Ariana in here... holy shit, man. Tell me you haven’t actually fallen for her. That wasn’t part of the plan.”
The silence stretched as Luigi struggled to answer Derek’s question.
Why was he so angry?
He genuinely didn’t understand his own reaction.
For years, Ariana had chased after him relentlessly, always like a bright ray of sunshine following him everywhere. The day he
finally agreed to date her–part of the revenge plan–she had stood frozen in disbelief before breaking into tears of pure joy. Her
face in that moment was etched into his memory.
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But he had never seen her like this before.
Lying there in that motel room, like a withered rose, completely devoid of the vibrant spirit that had defined her. Her usual warmth
extinguished, leaving behind only a hollow shell.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, he had panicked at the sight. Something primal inside him had recoiled at seeing her reduced to
that state–especially knowing he was the architect of her suffering.
When she looked at him with those lifeless eyes before passing out, something in his chest had constricted painfully.
As his silence lengthened, his friends exchanged knowing glances, clearly sensing something had fundamentally changed.

“Holy shit,” Josh whispered, his voice a mixture of disbelief and alarm. “You’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you? The ultimate
player, caught in his own game.”
Luigi ran his hands through his hair, unable to meet their eyes or form a coherent response to the accusation that, for the first
time, struck uncomfortably close to home.
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