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