You stared at the tag a bit confused, and what did this guy meant by contestant?... Were you going to participate in some sort of challenge? You didn't got to question that, as the man simply walked off, leaving you alone with the bright spotlight.
You finally noticed just how dry your mouth felt and just how empty your stomach was. You tried to call out for one of the men carrying stuff around, but he either didn't heard or he didn't care.
After about half an hour, a tall guy suddenly comes to you, putting a blind fold and a gag on you, so now you couldn't speak nor see, but you could feel your chair being lifted up and moved to a new location.
You hear a few low murmurs and suddenly someone shouted, “3, 2, 1, Recording!”
Suddenly the voice of the man who interviewed you earlier is talking again, but not to you. “Today I'm here with six contestants for an extreme challenge of Russian roulette! Who ever lives gets to go home with me!” He said pretty energetically... Wait, Russian roulette?
YOU ARE READING
Out in the cold
RomanceHey guys this is my first story in here, its a evil mr beast au, so there will be a bit of gore and if you don't like that kind of stuff I don't recommend reading it!
