𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

022: Heartache

A/N: I'm literally so over this book and the app telling me to complete it. so here's this half-assed ending to a really shitty story, LMAO

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Sitting in this limousine was haunting. A chill ran laps up and down my spine. I never took my eyes off player 456. He looked so peaceful and hurt. He had a blindfold on, so he couldn't see our faces. His hands were also tied behind him, so he couldn't hurt us or take it off.

A strong shiver went all across my body, causing me to adjust my seating. I switched which legs were crossed and placed my hands in my lap. I intertwined my fingers together and let out a long and hard sigh.

A hand found its way over to mine and gripped them tight. The head of the body it was attached to leaned closer to me to whisper in my exposed ear. The mouth's velvety smooth voice rang out through my ears. It's breath beating against my neck and hair as it spoke.

"Don't be so nervous. He can't hurt you or even see you. He doesn't even know you helped me run this game." The voice said as the hand rubbed my thigh.

My lips went thin, and my face heated up. The undertone of blood flowing to my cheeks made me look like a clown. I closed my eyes and let the rest of the voice speak.

"We have much to prepare for next year's games. Let that take control over your mind instead." It finished.

The hand removed itself from my body, and the head moved back to its original position. I couldn't help but feel the rise of a butterfly army crawling up my throat. Their hairy feet slapped against the flesh of my throat, taunting me to let them out. To puke them up. To set them free so they can fly out and surround us with all different kinds of butterflies.

I can almost picture it now, me lunging forward, bringing a hand up to my chest. My mouth opened as the army forced themselves out. Stomach fluids fall onto my perfectly clean and dove white dress. Staining it with its liquid and color. The butterflies are all flowing out gracefully as I gasp to catch up with their pase. Il-ho placing a hand on my back as reassurance and comfort. But him touching me only makes more and more of them flow out. Along with that awful fluid following close behind.

The color of the liquid is a mixture of deep greens, light yellows, and crimson blood that mark on my lap. My eyes fill with water from the immense amount of force these butterflies are using to get free. I move my chin up to watch the butterflies fly all around the limousine. They all form something in the center of the room. It looks like a head, but then again, my eyes are glistened over with tears. Its mouth moves like it's saying something to me. But all I hear is Il-ho's muffled voice calling out to me. The mouth kept moving as it kept trying to communicate with me. Still nothing.

I closed my eyes as I let out a long sigh. No more voices can be heard, only my thoughts. It was peaceful. I loved it. I wanted to stay there forever. But, a raspy voice pulled me from the dark abiss that might have just pulled me under. To never let go. Let me stay there forever. With those butterflies who started to crawl back into my mouth. Each one turning back into their cocoon sycle and then into caterpillars. Their thousand feet flowed like water down my throat and back into my stomach. With a splash into the acid with each one reaching their home.

"Who are you?!" Player 456 yelled out.

He kept yelling that, and Il-ho reached for his mask. I did the same, and we put them on. A gas filled the car, and his voice was cut short. We were off back to South Korea.

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When we returned back to the island, Il-ho took me up to the penthouse. I felt uneasy as the elevator went all the way up to it. Something was telling me not to go with him. Should I listen?

The door to the elevator opened, and all of the VIP hosts were standing in our hallway. We walked up to them and stopped only 5 feet away from them. The man with the Lion mask held a large silver brief case in his right hand. He held it out to us when we got close enough.

"Congratulations, Ollie, you have won Squid Game." He said with a condescending tone.

I looked up at Il-ho and then back over at the Lion. I stepped forward and looked in the case as he opened it. Inside was a small gold bank card. I reached forward and hesitantly took it out of the case.

My eyes drifted down to the card. It looked exactly like the one I received when I won the game I played. Why are they giving me this? I wasn't the one playing.

"What's this?" I asked.

The Lion and the others looked at each other and then over to me again.

"It's your money." He said within a laugh.

I grunted and looked back down. The money wasn't mine, it was the devil's. I don't deserve their money. I set it back in the case and turned around.

"Thank you, but I don't want it." I said bluntly before I walked away.

No one deserves that money. Not even the winner.