They fucking bought you and turned you into a fucking whore!
It’s not my fault; I’m just confused. If I escape, everything will go back to normal. When! When I escape.
Fucking idiot!
I scold myself, and the sound of the glass door opening pulls me back to the present.
My mouth falls open as I see what’s lying on the grass. I figured they killed people, but seeing it is different. I throw my hand over my mouth and fight back the gag.
It makes sense now. The games, it’s all some sort of fucked up conditioning.
Are they trying to turn me into them?
Into a killer?
“Welcome to the game, Red. Time to learn how to dispose of a body.” B’s voice cuts through the heartbeat flooding my ears.
My eyes snap up to him. “What the fuck do you mean? I’m not touching a dead person.” I’m shaking and want to turn to run back to the basement.
The door moron!
Not the basement.
Get out, NOW!
B tugs on the leash, the collar choking me and causing me to gasp. It stops me in my tracks. “Don’t misbehave now. You’ve been doing well. Plus, you forgot. You're not in fucking charge here.” He yanks me towards him, causing me to stumble and trip over my feet. I fall to my knees on the grass.
I wish I could enjoy the fact I’m outdoorsbut I can’t. Not when he expects me to go near the dead man.“P-p-please, I don’t want to. I d-d-don’t care what you do, just please don’t make me.”
Killing is wrong. Hiding bodies is wrong. This goes against all my morals. I know they have been slowly breaking my mind down, but this would destroy everything I believed.
Murderers go to jail.
It’s against the law.
It’s a sin!
I was already going to hell after all the depraved sexual acts I’ve done over however long I’ve been here.
He bends down and grabs my chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look at him. Tears fall down my cheeks, and it’s only now that I realize I’m crying.
“We do murders for hire, Red, and you will too, in time. Baby steps, sweet cheeks, baby steps. This is just another game to get you ready.” B uses a thumb to wipe my tear then brushes it across my lips, pushing his thumb into my mouth and down on my tongue.
“You have another game tonight. If you do well, there’s a very nice present for you. Now pull yourself together and let’s fucking play.” He pulls back and unclips the leash.
I look around and notice the yard is like a prison. Tall wire fences, barbed wire, all enclosed. On the far side of the lawn, I can see the fence kissing the edge of a cliff. The smell of water and the sound of waves crashing into rock fill the air. There’s nowhere to run.
B walks over to the bag and opens it. “The game is simple. Don’t throw up, and you win. You puke, you lose. No punishments if you lose this game, though. We are simply building up your stomach,” B explains as he opens up the duffle and pulls out a saw.
“I can’t wait to add him to my freezer. I took a bite earlier, fresh sushi style.” He tosses the saw at my feet. Vomit is already rising up my throat. I swallow, trying to keep it down. I’m gonna prove myself, my brain refuses to admit I’m weak.
Just play along. You’ll escape soon.
I bend down and pick up the saw with sweaty palms. My hands quiver as I slowly walk towards B and the corpse.
Use the saw on him.
Get away.
