The Wheel

63. Chris

What the hell? That drama queen looked over her wrists, got up from the chair and moved toward us.

"It's unfair!" I said angrily.

"I'm shocked myself!" that scum surprised, while moving toward us. "Maybe Ayama got me some slack, because I've been suffering a lot here? It was tough for me, Chris!"

"No! You had to suffer more!"

"Chris, chill," Kate said.

"You know, Chris" Veronica replied, "I feel really strange, in fact; I don't even know how to explain that."

"Try! Come on!" he demanded.

"Chris, what's wrong with you?" asked Emma.

Why? Why didn't she suffer? She had to!

"Listen, I was born in an ordinary family," she explained, "I was studying in an ordinary school. I have ordinary hobbies, same for the preferences in sex and relationships with relatives, by and large, I have an ordinary life. It's true that I panic a lot in that kind of situations, but that's my only inclination from the norm, to be honest. And this inclination is not that rare."

"You're lying!" I screamed. "You're lying, bitch!"

"Chris, what the hell?" Sam asked discontentedly; he was feeling more or less better. "Apologize to Veronica! Now!"

"It's okay, Sam," that liar was calming down her boyfriend, "we're just emotionally unstable right now and can't think straight. I understand"

"Listen, Chris," Miguel said to me, "you're the last one. As soon as you're finished, we will be free."

I felt my phone vibrating: there was a post on Veronica's page on Twitter.

"As a matter of fact, my only weakness is that I start panicking over nothing...it's weird O__O".

"You set it up!" I pointed my index finger at her.

Veronica pretended she was surprised and opened her mouth.

"Are you out of your mind?" she asked. "Chris, I honestly thought that all of us have a normal life. And now boom - it turns out I was the only one. It's really awkward for me to be a typical girl who screams and cries over something unexpected. Tell me why would I set it up?"

"You want to have fun!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Your life is boring! It's typical and ordinary, and you're just bored!"

"Mr. Royce," that shitty female voice told me, "if you don't stop now, I'll have to take measures."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut uuuup!"

"Chris, It's okay" Emma tried to calm me down, "We will understand. Tell us what you're going to have to tell Ayama. I promise we will understand. Please, Chris, we all want to leave this room and forget this nightmare."

"Everything's perfect in my life! Do you hear me? Perfect!" I kept screaming.

"Wow, and I'm 'dating' that person," Kate said, grumbled.

"You don't understand anything?!" I said to that whore. "Our relationship is just an imitation of it!"
"There was sarcasm in my voice on the last word. Listen, I understood long ago everything about our 'relationship', silly. When was the last time we had sex, Chris? A half a year ago? I just like going to the restaurants and boutiques with you, that's why I haven't broken up with you. But what do you need this 'relationship' for? I bet you knew I was using you."

"You slut!" I moved toward her.

"Listen, we'll figure it out later," Mike declared and stopped me, "I wanna get out of here! Get at the table and spin the wheel!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Mr. Royce," Ayama said, "please, sit."

"I said I wouldn't do anything!"

"Well, in this case I'll have to resort to the sound!"

"Oh, no!" David screamed. "Not that!"

I feel like Mike forces me to sit at the table. I try to resist, but he's way stronger than I'm. As soon as I sit at the table, the mechanism shackles my hands.

No! I'm fine! I'm great!

"Go to hell, all of you! I'm not going to spin this shit!" I shouted.

"You have to do it," said this female computer voice, "otherwise I will have to take measures again."

"I'm telling you once again: I'm not going to do anything!"

"Chris, please, we will understand," said Emma pleadingly.

"Shut up, bitch," I shouted to this "innocent" thing. "Shut up!"

In the heat of the moment I hit the wheel as hard as I can several times, trying to break it.

"It's pointless, Mr. Royce," commented the voice assistant calmly. "The wheel is made of metal, you have to make a lot of effort to damage it at least a bit."

My hands are shaking and my blood is everywhere: on the table, on my fists and on the wheel. I put my palms on the table and started to breathe heavily.

"What are you planning to do this time?" I asked angrily. "Turn on that sound! I don't give a shit about it! Do you hear me? I don't give a shit!"

There was a click from above, I looked up and saw a black square screen diverging on the ceiling. In a few seconds a long white mechanic hand went down, holding a gun.

"Mr. Royce, do you really want to end your life instead of revealing a small part of it?"

The barrel of the gun pressed against my right temple. My heart was pounding harder and harder.

"Is this one of your 'death jokes'?" I asked hopefully. "You love it when we are scared! But why us? What's so special about us?"

"It's your fault that you are here. You knew what you had signed up for."

I could only manage to snort and smile a little.

"I didn't expect a different answer."

"Mr. Royce," the gun pressed harder against my temple, "it seems to me that there is no reason to continue this conversation with you."

What? It's not another Ayama's practical joke?

"No! Stop! I'll tell you everything you want to hear!"

"It's too late," she said.

A second later a shot went off.

I felt the noise in my ears. Am I dead? Turning my head to the right, I saw the hand that was holding the gun started going back up.

"Oh my God!" the liar that set this whole thing up screamed. "It's your damn jokes again!"

My breath became heavier and I felt the sweat raining down my body. No! This nightmare is not over yet!

I wanted to touch the right temple to make sure it's alright, but I couldn't reach it because of the mechanism.

"Think, Mr. Royce, "Ayama said threateningly, "what measures we resort to make you spin the wheel. Tell me, isn't it easier for you just to accept out conditions?"

My body was trembling and I'm sweating even more.

"Y-yes," I said quietly.

"Great, "she said matter-of-factly, "so you can start doing what we are gathered here for."

I reached to that piece of iron and with a shaking hand and span it.