Devils Game

Three | Welcome

*Warning: this chapter contains mild language*

Hours go by, hell it seems like days. Im still sitting here on the concrete floor, my hands and feet tied by rope, the only thing that contains me from escaping this foreign place.

Overcome by panic, my eyes go running around the dark room Im incased in, but everywhere I look my eyes are met by nothing but more cement, and painted cement. Oh, look, a pole, made of cement.

I look above me, my eyes squinting at the big light above my head; my only sense of light. My head begins to hurt, just by flashing my head up for an instant. I try and move the rope around my hands and feet, but it wont budge. I let out an huff, and look around for something to help get this off.

Nothing.

And then, in a seconds notice, a radio gets chucked out into the light in front of me, startling the crap out of me. "Whos there?!" I yell out, afraid. No answer.

The radio flickers on and off, channeling through multiple indecipherable stations that are talking about who knows what. Until a low starts to speak. "Hello." it says. "Welcome."

"W-What the hell?" I say, looking around to see if anyone is there-someone had to throw that radio.

"Your going to spend a lot of time here, so lets make this precious time we have together last as long as we can. Im going to explain the rules to you."

"Rules? Rules of what!" I say, shouting into a void.

"Were going to play a little game, well many games. First game, lets see how long it takes you to get out of those ropes, but wait!" Static goes off into the radio, and the voice becomes deeper and demented, like a demon possessed the radio,"You have five minutes to get those ropes off, or els"

"Or else? Or else what!" Again, I panic and scream to nothing, or no one.

A light turns on over at the other side of the room.

And I see a rifle set up.

pointing straight at my head, and a large contraption, with a large lever on the trigger.

"Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit!" I frantically move my body left and right, trying to shake the ropes around my hands and feet, and the one wrapped around my torso and the giant pole behind me.

"You have five minutes." And then a timer appears from the radio, and it begins to count down: 4:59, 4:58, 4:57...

On the verge of tears, I slash my hands left and right, but that only makes them tighter, and the pain worse. I bring my feet close to my body, and try to jump over my hands and bring them in front of me. Instead of that working, I step on my ankle. I let out a scream, hoping that someone could hear me.

Freaking out, I take another look at the timer: 3:27 seconds left.

"Crap!" I say, I realize that theres nothing I can do to get the rope off of my hands and feet. I put my head on my knees and try to stand up.

I put all my might into trying to do something as simple as standing, my back scratches against the pole behind me, and my hands are getting dragged along with me while I stand up. Once I'm on my feet, I move my hands behind me and place them to the side of me, one of my hands firmly grabbing the rope.

Yes! I say, and begin to pull down the rope. I wiggle my body left and right until the rope goes down to my knees. I squat down and try and take one of my legs out, but its too tight.

I look back up at the clock: 1:23 seconds left.

I decide to just jump forward, itll hurt like hell but its the only option. Standing back up, I take a deep breath and jump up and down, and the rope goes down to my mid-shin. This is the lowest its gonna go, I think. I jump outwards, and fall flat on my face.

I feel immense pain in both of my ankles and shins, I probably sprained something. I look back up at the timer and see I have fifteen seconds left.

I know Im unable to get my hands and feet untied, or even stand up in that amount of time, so I do the only thing I can think of and roll as far as possible away from the pole I can.

I sit up against the cement wall and take deep breathes, waiting for the timer to hit 0. When it finally does, a shot goes off. I scream out, afraid of the noise and close my eyes. After a couple of seconds, Im left with nothing but silence.

"Well done, youve lived. Time for the next game, in due time."

"Who the hell are you?! What am I doing here!" I scream, wanting answers.

"Untie the ropes and head to the door past the gun." The radio commands.

"And why would I do that! When I could just stay here!"

"Because if you dont I will have to come in there and kill you, when you have a better chance of living then going through all the games I set up for you. Dont be a party pooper."

"You think this is a game?" I ask, more yelling than asking.

"This is a game. My game. And your a pawn, and so are all of your friends. So I suggest you get a move on and untie those ropes and do as I say, Id hate to see more of your friends die."

"You have them too? You sick son of a bitch I will kill you!"

"Then, you better win the game!"

What? Is he saying that I can kill him if I win? What did he mean by "more" of my friends? Has someone already died?

After numerous tries, I untie the ropes. And head into the next door.