Dom Wars - Round Four (16 page)

"
Oh God, oh God," Tara whispered as the flags slowly materialized. She flew up out her chair when the American flag faded in, before spinning and hugging me, then Steve.

I strained to hear what he was saying.
"Shhhh, listen."

Tara hurried and sat back down.

"We are not happy to announce that one of the teams listed in the winners was caught cheating. And for that, they will either be eliminated, or disciplined."

"
Oh fuck," I said, all my good feelings gone.

The man turned and mumbled something then spoke into the microphone again.
"We will now raise the flag on the screen of the team facing this fate."

"
Holy shit," I whispered at seeing the American flag fade into view.

"
Oh no," Tara barely whimpered.

Steve pulled a chair up and sat now and we all leaned forward.

"Team America was discovered violating the no contact rule put in place by the Dom Wars Games."

"
What?! How did they find out?" Tara looked at me.

"
No idea. I didn't have my camera. Were you still wearing yours?"

The man continued.
"The penalty is face elimination or discipline. We let our spectators vote on this action and the decision for America's beloved couple, was nearly unanimous. They will not be eliminated, but disciplined."

Tara sighed in relief while I tensed at what was coming.

"The discipline the American Team faces is… They will be sent to the current top Dom for training and discipline."

"
Oh fuck," I whispered while Tara whimpered in worry.

"
And who
is
our current top Dom? Hold on to your pants ladies and gentlemen, because this man is a phenomenal beast in every sense of the word. Playing for the country of South Africa, with a nearly impeccable performance on just about every front, our current top Dom is Zack Selvin, aka, get ready for this, The Preacher Dom."

Images of a massive man that appeared Caucasian flashed on the screen. Dread hit my guts at what I saw. The right side of his face was drawn tight with maybe a burn scar while dark brown eyes smiled with murder at the camera. His bare torso was so large and built he looked like a fucking animation.

"Maybe…he's a good guy." Dread and terror leeched into Tara's words.

"
He did say preacher," Steve muttered.

I shook my head, feeling sick.
"Or maybe he's just another monster that thinks he's God."

Out of the corner of my eye, Tara hung her head. Guilt slammed me and ate a wide path through me. Because this here? This was fucking all my fault.