Washington grabbed himself a mug cup and asked for the kettle to be passed around. He poured a little and tasted it."This is already warm, I love my coffee hot," he emphasized while staring at Texas. He could see the eagerness in her eyes and did not plan to spill any beans. Not after knowing that she was still in game three and if she killed them, there was a possibility of her finishing up the game.An idea popped up in New York's head at the mention of hot coffee. The longer they took conversing at the table, the more dangerous it was going to turn for them."I can warm the kettle," New York quickly offered.Both Washington and New York stared at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She got up and grabbed the kettle, walking straight to the socket that was behind Texas, instead of the one that was on her side.Texas gave a side-eye as she sipped on the coffee. "Tell us, what loop was in the instructions," Louisiana asked."Does it matter? You played the game. Let's just fo
"Selfishness, guilt, and to be clear, I would understand if you killed me to save your daughter," Louisiana replied.Texas chuckled in her usual taunting way."But yet here you are pleading for your boyfriend. Are you just stupid or is it the pressure getting to your head?"The words hit Louisiana hard. She was tired of being called the stupid one in the game. She knew what she was doing and, from the bodies on the floor, she thought she was the smartest one in the room. playing two cards and alternating when she needed to."Acer offered us a deal to kill you as a group in exchange for an organ for each of us," she yelled on top of her voice. "If I had not jumped on the wagon and they managed to kill you, what was I going to get out of this?" "You are still stupid. I was offered a deal but I refused to take it in her face. You honestly think if I wanted to kill you all, I wouldn't have done it yesterday?" Texas asked loud enough for all of them to hear.Louisiana only looked away ash
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
"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
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
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
"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,
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