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
Kentucky still held the wooden prank in his hands as he stood over Alabama's body. He was a little shaky as the realization of what he had done hit him. When he saw the old man with the game phone, he had panicked. He needed to get rid of the competition because he wanted to be the first one to Texa's house. He knelt over the elderly man and checked his breathing. He had struck him hard, and blood was streaming from the sides of his ears. The man was breathing, much to his relief. He sighed in relief as he dragged him away from the grass path and into the tall grass. He then took the leaves and piled them on top of the old man. He needed to move fast. He knew other players were not far away from where he was, so he raced down to the house. The game had turned into who was the fastest. That was what most players were after, but they had no idea one of them had been brutally killed while a fellow player had just assaulted another fellow player. The pledgers, Acer, and organizers wat
With a rolling eyes emoji, Acer quickly forwarded her findings to the top boss. Throughout the game, she had repeatedly warned him about Texas, and now he was reaping the benefits of his arrogance. She sent him another message, this time asking him to activate her chip. They needed to get rid of her as soon as possible. It was easier to justify her abrupt exit from the game than it was to watch her take over the show.She was confident that the majority of the pledgers would understand, and only a few members of her team would object, but the organization had been kind enough to keep her alive even though she wasn't playing the game. So she intended to use it against them.Her boss looked at the messages, puzzled. He'd been pressing Texas' chip activator unconsciously for an hour. He had recognized what she was carrying the moment she walked out of the trap door. He didn't need to look into it; he had one similar to hers, though he only used it when he was on vacation and haunting.He
"But sir...""Shut up and stop interfering with my game. Simply put, whoever gets to kill her wins the game," he cut her off.Acer took a deep breath and paused for a second before asking her next question."Is this a part of the game? Is Texas hired and part of the organization?" she inquired, trying not to offend him. A lot of things about the woman were not adding up."No, she is not," he replied, to her disappointment.She expected him to say more, but his simple response was all she got. She understood if there were elements of the game that she was not supposed to know but a heads up would have calmed everyone down."I do not understand," she shrugged."There is nothing to understand. Texas is the unpredictable part of the game that we can utilize," he replied, further annoying her."Sir, this is dangerous; kill her now!""Remember your place, Acer, and don't order me around! Have faith in the players; they've been surprising us since game one and will continue to do so. One of