He rolled the dice. It landed on 6. He scanned the room and considered his options. His eyes landed on me. He smiled a cruel, intimidating smile and pointed me out to the rest of the room. I stood frozen to the spot afraid of what this meant.
"You!" He yelled.
"Move 6" I stood still.
"NOW!"
I moved forward 6 places and landed 1 space behind a trap. It loomed over me almost like it was mocking me. The dials clicked as the trap was kicked into life by a sensor placed on the front, this was it. If this dice rolled 1, I was a dead man. Traps meant elimination. Elimination meant death. The dice was rolled again. I began sweating, nervous of the outcome. Surely my luck wasn't so bad to roll the dreaded number. 1. Shit! It was me. I was preparing myself to die when he made an unexpected decision.
He scanned the board, his eyes landed on the chubby fellow positioned diagonally from me. I let out a massive sigh of relief which he heard but dismissed with a scoff and a disapproving look. I was sure I was going to die now but I was wrong.
"Chubs, move!" He smirked finding amusement in the fact that the guy was on the verge on a mental breakdown which he quite obviously was counting on right now.
The guy spluttered and burst into tears. Silently sobbing he moved 1 space right into a trap. The jaws of the trap clamped around his stomach and the blood he spat from his mouth stained the air and my face just before his torso split in two but he made no sound as he so painfully died a slow death. Screams came from the women, groans from the men and laughter from the maniac behind it all as he thumped to the floor. He lay on the tiled floor blood oozing out of his now non-existent waist. His eyes, although lifeless, filled with fear.
"Better luck next time fat boy". I cringed at the irony. He obviously thought he was funny but he was sadly mistaken.
He picked up the top half of the guy and cut a big X in the middle of what was left of his chest. I turned around and threw up in the corner. He fixed his gaze on me. His notrils flared with anger and disgust. He took a breath in and cringed at the smell of my sick.
"Excuse me?" He sneered. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm sorry....I....I.....just felt ill." I replied shakily.
"Clean it up!"
So I bent down and started cleaning up the sick with the sleeve of my t-shirt. It wasn't exacty working very well but I could feel his stare bruning into the back of my head so I continued. It was hard to mop up the rest of the sick when my sleeve was already full of it. It was obvioisly going to be a very long night.
"I will dispose of this piece of shit tomorrow, in the meantime you can all rest easy. The game will resume tomorrow afternoon. There is to be no talking and no trying to escape. Anyone who doesn't follow my rules can roll the dice for their own death because they will be next. Does everyone understand what I am saying?" He said pronoucing his words very clearly so no one could misunderstand.
No one moved.
"And you!" He pointed to me and I turned around.
"You don't sleep until I can see my face in those tiles. You disgust me."
I found this rather funny considering what he had just done to that chubby fellow.
"Yes." I replied without hesitation.
He smirked and left the room leaving the 8 of us that were left standing in the dark with the smell of fresh blood punishing our nostrils. I looked around at everyone. Every single person was either crying or too scared to show emotion. I knew this because I was one of them, if I showed that I was scared he had won in whatever it was he was trying to accomplish. The weak never survive. I couldn't speak for anyone else standing around me but there was no way in hell I was going to die here. I planned on surviving and to do that I had to stay strong no matter how hard it got.
