Two more hours passed with nothing happening to either Washington or the woman he claimed to have had sex with. The pledgers were tired of waiting in anticipation. They wanted answers, even though the organizers seemed uninterested in giving those answers.They were told to hold on and give their attention to other players who were still playing the fifth game. Most of the players were succeeding more than they were predicted. Having sex with neighbors was more common than they had expected. Some players only needed to calm themselves and continue the numerous affairs they had with their neighbors. Some solved their long-term conflicting affairs by getting rid of their partner in crime. Others had to get rid of friends with benefits. It came down to deciding what was more important: their lives and the lives of their loved ones, or an occasional hook-up.Ten more players made it: Arkansas, California, Kentucky, Nebraska, New York, Nevada, Louisiana, Michigan, New Jersey, and Maine,
As Washington slowly opened his eyes, he could smell the breach and various scents that came from hospital medicine. He was alive and he was lying next to his wife. He quickly got up, removed his cellphone from his pocket, and there was his congratulatory message staring back at him.He burst out laughing in shock, waking up his wife. He quickly apologized to her and held his mouth in shock. He beat them at their own game. He finally used his head and beat them."What... is going on?" his wife asked, curious. It was the first time in months that she had heard him laugh."It's nothing, honey. I am just working on something... I will tell you all about it when it's done," he replied and put his phone aside.She cocked her head up, "Please do not get yourself into more debt," she stated, surprising him. He froze, his smile completely vanishing. He had no idea she knew about his debt status. "I know you are in a lot of debt...David, you have to stop... There is going to be life after I'm
The silence stretched. All the players that wanted to bargain out began reconsidering their options. Getting a woman out of her house did not seem like something difficult unless there was a hidden agenda. Acer went on to clarify, "the woman must step foot outside her house. Her opening the door alone does not qualify. Peeking out of a window does not qualify. I hope we will not have players trying to outsmart the game," she warned and wished them luck."Wait a minute, can we forcefully break into the house and get her out?" Michigan asked.Acer paused and quickly contacted her bosses. They hesitated a bit but decided to make it a fair clean game. "No, you can not break into the house or use any form of violence," Acer warned all of them and switched off her phone.Some players were already running to their rooms to pack a bag in hopes of getting to Texas first. Pennsylvania, who was one of the furthest away, was already in his car, grabbing his packages, and heading to the airpor
The pledgers fell silent, the cheering stopped, and their entire conviction in Pennsylvania vanished. The woman appeared determined to take the shot, and they were certain she would shoot him or he would panic and do something stupid.Pennsylvania took a deep breath in, attempting to calm himself. Her pulling out a gun was the last thing he expected. Getting her out of the house proved more difficult than he had anticipated. He slammed his disoriented head hard on his palm. He began regretting not taking a short break the moment he became conscious."I don't want any trouble, Miss. All I'm asking for are directions," he said, raising his hands."Directions to what?" She asked, catching him off guard. Maybe she was overreacting and he was genuinely lost. She always knew the best way to catch a liar was through his own lie. There was silence, which she noted, and her instincts proved her right."I will ask again, what directions are you looking for?"Pennsylvania hit his head once more.
Pennsylvania waited behind the drum for the woman to open the door and walk out of her house, but nothing happened. He blew his cheeks out with a heavy breath, hoping to keep himself calm. He peered, checking to see if he had missed her or the sound, but the door remained shut. He couldn't believe the useless woman's stupidity.She scammed him of his two dollars without shame. He had no idea who she was or what she looked like but she just hit his last thread of calmness.He stood up, walked to the door, and began pounding on it in frustration, yelling for her to walk out of the house as she had promised or else he was going to break the door. He was out of his senses and could not focus or think.Taxes laughed, surprised that the idiot was still alive. She took up her AK-47 and pointed at the door though she was sure his task did not involve getting into the house.Acer watched with her hands over her head as the bi***tch played the game fair and square. Credit was due to her for str
The entire arena erupted in yelling. They were sick of the excuses and constant changes to the games."Gentlemen, please relax!" The man on the screen yelled at the top of his lungs.The room fell silent. He realized the nerves were affecting everyone. They were at the last game, and a lot of money was at stake."For our final game, all of the players will have a second chance at the woman. I am only giving them time to rest and refresh so that they will be able to use their brains when they face her!" He yelled at them again. He'd lost his cool. It was the first time they were hearing him lose his cool."We all saw how Pennsylvania was tricked. Texas is smart and now she knows the game involves getting her out of the house," he reminded them and ordered them to take seats. "What happens to the prize for the sixth game?""The offer is off the table but will be added back to the initial final price," he stated. The room became quiet again. "But was it necessary to lie to the players
The silence stretched, with none of the players asking any questions. This forced her to repeat herself. GAME 7"Go back to the address you were given yesterday and this time kill the woman who lives there," she said. "The key you got yesterday gives you direct access to her front door." She continued, "Make as many attempts as you want, but make sure you kill the woman."The Pledgers in the arena room exchanged glances, unimpressed with the previous game. There was nothing exciting about twelve players, the majority of whom being men, going after one woman. First and foremost, it did not make sense, and secondly, it was predictable. A once-exciting, adrenaline-pumping game was devolved into a mocking assassination.Most of them only stayed in the hope that their players would succeed and cash out the money. The thrill of watching and anticipating how the game would unfold had worn off. The screens switched and reminded them of the last twelve players;Alabam
She quickly removed her shirt and wrapped it around his neck, preventing his blood from staining her lovely front porch. She was a neat freak who was obsessed with details like stains, particularly blood. She was very familiar with blood. She was once regarded as an expert in that field. Always being especially careful not to spill any blood on the floor so that she wouldn't have to clean it up later. It always made the job easier.She locked her gaze on him, turning his head as he choked on his own blood. Her gaze was drawn to the locations of his large blood vessels. She was double-checking that she had severed the carotid arteries and external jugular veins. Because the carotid was a high-pressure vessel that supplied blood to the brain, there was a rapid loss of blood flow to the brain. She had completely severed it, allowing her to kill him quickly and with less pain. She knew he did not deserve her mercy, but she did not have time for a painful, slow death. Time could not allow
Texas walked outside and found her boss pissed, waiting for her outside the helicopter."Sparing their lives was never an option," she said as she walked past him."Are you insane? They were the only people that would lead to the filthy man in charge of those stupid games!" He yelled at her."No one in that room knows who the idiot is," she spat out, annoyed, and entered the helicopter. Sebastian closed his eyes in irritation and followed suit. The helicopter was in the air in seconds, heading back to Washington. A message popped up on Sebastian's phone, forcing him to frown."What? Who was that?" Texas asked."Since you have forgotten how to play as a team member, it is none of your business," he replied, putting his phone away."The stupid leader was probably watching. With all the investors gone, he will need to recruit new ones," she explained.Sebastian glanced at her with interest.She explained "He is probably going to recruit every person that will take over from each of thos
Two hours elapsed with the organizers playing hide and seek with their computer mice. Their lives depended on finding their boss, but they couldn't find him. They kept asking for more time just to stall the wrath that was going to descend on them. Their eyes darted around crazily, looking for a way out, which was impossible given that the entire building was under lockdown. Tired of waiting, one of the pledgers walked to where they were seated and shot one of them straight in the head, splashing some blood and brains all over the other organizers before dropping to the ground. The entire arena let out a terrifying wail. "Maybe this will motivate the others to work faster!" he yelled. The organizers froze in terror for split seconds. Their entire bodies became impossibly still, with their hands twitching spastically, making it impossible for them to type on their computers. Their colleague lay a few centimeters from their legs, brains, and blood everywhere. What started as a pe
Hanging from a rope with her hands bonded together and her legs barely touching the ground, Acer finally opened her eyes. She could feel painful cuts on her face that felt like her flesh was bare.She looked around, trying to make sense of where she was. She vividly remembered being at Washington's house and having a needle stuck in her. She began panicking, "Hello, is... anyone... in here?" She spoke in a suffocated whisper. Her voice was trembling.She looked down, and that's when she noticed the blood all over her and the pieces that appeared to be skin. She knew it was hers but could not tell which part of her body it was from. A sickening wave of terror welled up from her belly as a voice from behind her finally spoke."Sleeping ugly has finally woken up," Texas said and began pushing on a high mirror. "You are going to love what I have done with your face," she said as she brought the mirror in front of her hostage.Acer stared at the mirror and let out a loud scream, forcing T
At Washington's house, Acer, still strapped in the chair, began panicking. She was sure it had been hours, yet Washington was not dropping to the ground and neither was anyone coming to save her or making a call on her phone.It appeared they were just watching and enjoying the show at her expense. There was no doubt her boss had abandoned her. She needed to start using her head fast if she was going to leave the house alive."Listen to me, Washington. I can help you get your wife's organs.""Shut up, do not think I am that stupid!" He yelled back at her."What's your fuckin' plan here exactly?" "None of your business," he replied, leaning on the wall. He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he had a death wish. He looked at his watch. It was exactly two hours since he told Louisiana about his hostage situation. He got his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. A lot of messages from Louisiana popped up, but none from Texas. Louisiana acknowledged passing off the messa
"Before you say a single word, please be sure what comes out of your mouth is correct because you have only five minutes to convince me why you made the call," Sebastian warned."I want back on the team, and I have a mission in mind," she replied.The man chuckled, his eyes fixed on the little girl.Texas signaled for a waitress and ordered the little girl's favorite ice cream. She then got out headphones and placed them on the girl's ears as the ice cream was brought to her."Is it not too cold for ice cream?" Sebastian asked."For the past three days, I had locked her underground in a safe room. I promised her ice cream once we went out, " she explained and told him about the organ-organized games and how she found herself in it.He stared at her with raised eyebrows. He was a man of few words and was good at hiding his emotions and reactions. She could not tell whether he believed her or not."I want to take them down, and you have the resources to help me," she added.He chuckled,
The pledgers watched, and as much as they wanted to feel sorry for the players, they couldn't. Killing or getting killed by Texas was the only solution to their misery. They already knew what they signed up for the second they were threatened with playing the game. They needed to finish up what they started or commit suicide. Those were the only two ways out of the contract. The pledgers were tired of waiting for some action. Acer was still in the air, the players were showing no signs of playing and Texas had disappeared into her safe room for hours while five corpses were rotting in her yard.It appeared the boss was not going through with the plans of calling the authorities on her, and it appeared they were not going to pick up the bodies either.They were left staring at a lot of empty screens with no action or any sign of action. A total of five hours had elapsed with nothing and total quiescence.Unknown to them, in Texas, in a small pub, Texas pushed a little trap door. She
The boss breathed in and out, staring at the screen and bursting into laughter like a mad man. Hiding one dysfunctional chip was one thing, but all the players having a dysfunctional chip was the end of his game.To make matters worse, the man who was equipped to fix the chips was still in the hospital. There was nothing he could do but laugh at himself. He kept laughing and pressing the buttons until his eyes were watery red and he was out of breath.She outsmarted him. He was nothing but a joke, both to his family and his employees. After fifty years of his family running successful games, he was the first one that broke the chain and failed, and his downfall was a tiny mysterious woman who appeared to have popped out of nowhere.He grabbed his vodka and began drinking it straight from the bottle as he loosened his tie. "Berth Rosewood, I think we should meet in person," he said, as he took a sip.He focused his attention on the screen. The players finished up with their goodbyes li
"How... how did she know my name?" Washington whispered.The other players looked at each other, blank. They remembered telling her their names in the safe room but not Washington's. They had no idea what his name was prior to Texas saying it out. They were also sure Washington had not been down there."I didn't tell anyone what my name was. Then where did she get my name?"Alabama pointed out, "You should be more interested about how she stitched your torn artery than how she got to know your name."Washington could only stare at him without altering a single word.The organizers were also confused as to how she knew his name. If he had not told anyone, then they were in trouble.Her phone rang as she walked into her bedroom, searching for her car keys. She looked at the number and recognized it immediately. It was their leader."Hello, love," she replied."Stop with the stupid games," the man said from the other side of the line. He was calling to pump some sense into her. "I think
Acer kept calling her boss, who to her disappointment was not picking up. She gave up, frustrated. He was clearly blaming her for the blunder when no one had the right to do so.They were all convinced that the players' failure to kill the insane woman was due to competition. Granting them a deal together had a high chance of success, but the players were simply too stupid to use their heads.To top it off, the players had cornered her with the time debate. It was not her fault that they requested a contract that stipulated they had to carry out a task within 24 hrs. No one had supported her when she was backed into a corner, not the organizers and certainly not her ungrateful boss.She got up and poured herself a glass of scotch, pissed at all of them for trying to flip the disaster on her.At the house, Louisiana had already begun cleaning up the kitchen. First, she dragged Washington to the spare bedroom and placed more bandages on his wound before returning to the kitchen. He was