Day 4 came and Acer woke up early intending to catch up with whether the two ladies had caught up with the rest of the players. To her disappointment, only Louisiana had played and proceeded to the next level, while Taxes showed no sign of playing and was busy making an early breakfast for herself and her daughter.
She grinded her teeth in frustration. Being behind on one game was not a big deal, but two was not to be tolerated. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed the organizer's line, with the intention of making them understand why Texas was to be dealt with immediately.
She was sure there was a way they would put a time limit on the games, forcing everyone to play or else get eliminated.
Acer began counting backward while breathing in and out. It was a calming technique she had developed since she was a child. She was so enraged that she let Texas get on her nerves, something that only a few people managed to do. She grabbed her other phone and dialed her boss's line. "We need to kill that bi**tch, I swear she is up to something!" "Calm down, Acer. Prepare yourself for the fourth game. Texas will soon be out of the game," he stated and hung up on her. Acer couldn't believe the disrespect, her boss denied giving her the time she needed to explain her theory. She was
The pledgers were all in cheers, clapping for Washington's success and quick execution. They applauded his tactic of choosing bad people as his targets, and they were all impressed with the approach he used to smuggle the candy out of the shop. He seemed to be a pro at shoplifting. Some began to believe he was going to make it until the last game with such skills. On top of that, the contestants were not as slow as they were in Game Three, which was a recipe for a fast and good show.For unknown reasons that she could not explain, Acer smiled when Washington proceeded to the fifth game. She never pledged or gambled on any players. But it was safe to say Washington was her favorite, while Texas was her least favorite. Texas had picked up the call and listened to game four instructions but chose not to show any signs of playing. Acer's skin crawled as she watched her.
The pledgers on team Pennsylvania got up, irritated, and demanded for the organizers. They felt their player was being sabotaged by the organizers. They demanded an audience for their concerns to be addressed. One of the pledgers attempted to defuse the situation. But it only accelerated their tempers. There was a lot of money at stake and all they were asking for was a fair game. Their viewing arena consisted of a large screen TV attached from one end of the wall to the other. There was a bar with various wines and alcoholic beverages from all over the world, with a large table. While the rest of the room had a personal private lounge with portable entertainment screens for each pledger with his own controls to choose which player they wanted to watch. The room smelled of cigars, sweat, and raised testosterone as tempers were high with every person shouting at the next person. Filthy rich men who enjoyed watching violence and pain and did not mind throwing millions into the mix.
The organizers quickly called Acer to clarify to the players that they were yet to play the fourth game. It appeared the players were misinterpreting the task.She quickly dialed their lines, surprising them. She never called in the middle of the games; her phone was always off. Something was up, so they listened attentively."I am going to read through Game Four for the second time. Please pay attention," she emphasized. "Walk into the biggest shopping mall and shoplift from a customer. If you get caught, you die, but if the player gets away with it, the customer dies accidentally."There was silence, with the players waiting for any additions."Do you have any questions?" She asked, surprising them further. They were all quiet, confused."Listen, Some idiots confused armed robbery with shoplifting. That's why I'm asking if there are any more illiterates about to make the same mistake!" she blurted out and waited for a response."I have a question, but it is different," Louisiana spo
Another player was out. Tension was building with most pledgers losing all their players. What was exciting was the fact that the slower players in the first games, those that had struggled with the reality of the games, were the ones shining, while those that shone in the first games were getting eliminated.It was a gamblers' game, and no one knew who was going to survive until the last game. More players began to proceed to the fifth game. New Jersey made it by shoplifting a pencil case from a schoolgirl and stuffing it in the bin. He had to wait for the cleaners to dispose of the bin outside in the dumpster for about four hours and then spent about an hour searching through the bin until he found the pencil case. He had to scream and celebrate on top of the dumpster as a congratulatory message popped up. The icing on his cake was the fact that he did not get to witness how the girl died or if she even died. His plan was executed to perfection, and the pledgers could not help but
Before nightfall came, another elimination was registered from Missouri. The player had walked into a convenience store and tried to shoplift from a lady, but the sales assistant caught him in the act. His downfall proved why the organizers chose a large mall for the players. It was chosen not to disadvantage the players, but to provide them with an advantage from other prying eyes and space to hide from the cameras. As was the case for South Carolina, whose shoplifting was picked up by the cameras in the store. She also chose a small convenience store. She shoplifted from an elderly woman and was almost at the door when the store manager ran out to stop her from escaping. The two players were instantly eliminated, making a total of five dead in game four. With all the players done with the task and an exemption of Texas, Game Four proved to be filled with a lot of exciting memories for the pledgers. They were all excited in anticipation of what they were going to see in Game Five.
After hours of trying to get her boss on the phone without success, Acer gave up. It was almost noon, and she needed to prepare for the fifth game. She spent entire hours of the morning watching and studying Texas, looking for anything she could use to force her bosses to activate the chip on her neck. However, there was nothing she could find. The woman was good at painting the picture that she wanted everyone to see. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She spent the morning teaching her daughter like she always did. The ugly duckling was home-schooled. After that, they played hide and seek, and later on, went back to bed to watch her daughter's favorite cartoon on her laptop. It was just like any other normal day, except for going outside. There was a big possibility she was being paranoid and there was nothing wrong with a southerner having a trapdoor in her bedroom, but her instincts were telling her something was wrong with the picture. First of all, the woman was not a lo
The contestants froze in horror, trying to grasp and picture themselves sleeping with a dead person. One player even went to the extent of vomiting their guts out. Washington was lost for words. He was still at the hospital when Acer's call popped up, forcing him to receive the call in the car park to avoid hearing walls. Her reply put a direct pause to his questions and complaints.Texas, on the other hand, laughed. She was the only player who seemed unaffected by the confession. It was gruesome and sick, but she just wanted to annoy the life out of Acer. Fortunately, Acer's attention was elsewhere but her boss noticed and found it odd.While they were processing her confession, most players got the final puzzle to a lot of questions about her that they had kept to themselves for the past four days. For someone who had played and gone through the horror that the games brought, she was too mean. They expected compassion and someone sympathetic, but all they got was a mean, tight-up,