💀Chapter 5💀

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Bruno woke up from a goodnight sleep.. Thoughts kept on running through his mind. He was the only one not acting weird.  Anyways they'd soon leave.
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Bags packed, all dressed,  Bruno and Christine walked out to the hallway, down the stairs, into the main hall leading to the exit, Beatrice was up, smoking outside.. She turned, looked at them for a while then walked towards them.. Got to where they were and stood... Jus looking at them...
"Hey.. Good morning.. " Christine said... .

"Good morning.. What's.. Going on??.. " Beatrice asked, she was looking at their bags.

"Nothing jus that, Bruno got a call from his office, Urgent matters to be settled. "

"Okayyy.. Safe trip".

"Thanks.. Bruno.. C'mon.. "

"Alright,  see you later Beatrice"..  Bruno said and hurried off to meet Christine.

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"What's going on Honey..?? " Christine asked,  coming out of the car...
"I don't know..  Seems there's a fault with the engine, I don't know.. I'm not a car mechanic. "..

They had packed up their luggage into the car but the car wouldn't start,  Bruno have tried all he could...
"Uhmmm.. Hey, Beatrice, could you get your husband for me..??  Please.. " ... "Maybe he'd help me roll the car.. "
" Okay.. One minute.. " and she ran off to call George.
"Babe.. I really don't understand, this car was good.. What's happening to it now..?? " Christine was beginning to panic,  maybe she remembered her dream an it got her scared...

"I don't know... Oh.. Thank God.. George I don't know if you could help me roll this car, it has refused to start and I cant find anything wrong with it... "
"Alright...  Let's do this.. " George said heading to the back of the car.....

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They pushed for hours but the car wouldn't start, so the decided to quit.
George went back with Beatrice to their room and so did the McCoy's. 
Beatrice was taking a shower, George walked in naked and hugged her from behind...
"Ohhhh ho ho...  Someone wants to play... "
"He really want to play... " George whispered as he kissed her head,  he ran his tongue down to the soft spot on her neck,  Beatrice let out a moan.
George turned her to face him.. He kissed her chest, cupping her breast with his palm,  he took her left nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it.. While his fingers played with her right nipple.. Beatrice let out another moan, she held him by his hair and drew him up, she bit his ear and felt him gasp, her hands played on his nipples before gradually going down to grab his erection. She heard him let out a moan...

"I want you... Now.. Fill me with everything you have... " She whispered into his ears.
George couldn't hold it anymore..  He lifted her, placed her back against the wall,  he slowly guided himself into her making her moan his name... The water was warm... It ran down their skin, their bodies moved in harmony generating more heat than the water running down their skin.. His thrusts brought pleasure to their bodies, her breast on his skin, his huge hands holding her,  their lips ran all over their face, sometimes they meet and when they do,  their tongue collides sending waves of pleasure, she calls out his name on every thrust...
They were one...
George kept thrusting deep into her,  she felt him, he felt her,  as they both climaxed...  Still holding each other in the same position, they let the water run down through them, washing their sweat off.  They scrubbed each other, dried their bodies and went sleep.

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NEXT DAY:....

Beatrice went round the hotel looking for something that would interest her, She walked down a door which led downstairs, well she had her torchlight with her.. So she went down the stairs which led her to a hallway...
"Wow,  so this has been here all these while... "..
She admired the portraits on the wall ad she walked down.. One caught her eye, an old man,  in suit, he was smiling.. Slightly though. She admired the frame and the work of the painter.
She turned and saw a door, on it was a sentence..
     "Open if you want to play a game".
"Oh I do want to play, Been bored since morning... " She turned the knob and went inside, the room was dark, so she lit her light.
The room contained child's stuffs,  a cot, books, toys.  All the books were scattered on the floor, except one, she got curious.  She went to the table, picked it up, dusted the back and flipped it open...................
Her torchlight went off..
A cold breeze blew past her..
She slapped her torchlight and it came on again..
She read the first page...
"BOOK OF WISHES..  YOU MAKE I WISH,  I GET IT DONE,  I MAKE A WISH, YOU GET IT DONE"

She chuckled, "How on earth will a book make a wish..?? "
The next page instructed her to write her name which she did... Then flipped...
"Wishes of past players ". .
She read some wishes which were probably written by those who played before and the wish the book gave to them...

1. "I wish Red looks me in the eye and tells me he loves me. " _ Annabel
    Reply: "I wish you cut off Red's left arm with the chain saw at the garage"_ Book

"Wow,..  Did they actually do this??.. " It seemed impossible and funny to her. I mean..  How would a book reply???

She flipped the pages till she got to the center... There was something red on the page, it can't be blood though, then she read the write up....
            To you Dear reader....
If you are reading this, this is the worst mistake you'd ever make, and I doubt you'd be alive to tell the story.  Whatever they ask you to do, do it, please or they'll kill you, like they'll do to me.  They'll make you do horrible things like I've done. Whatever you do,  do not... I repeat.. Do not try to escape till they decide to end the game. Rest in peace.... "

Her phone rang,  startling her...
"Oh!  Okay.. I'm coming... "...  She took the book with her,  locked the door and left.
She didn't see the old man in the portrait staring at her...
She didn't see his now broad smile..
She didn't see the blood on the other portraits...
She did not know, that she jus left the basement..
She did not know that..  The game jus started.. Their DEATH WISH.

Dear readers I made this part longer as an apology for having not updated earlier..
Please I'll be posting on particulars days (haven't  decided yet)  so as not to disappoint you or cut your expectations.
Thank you for reading,  following,  and voting each chapter and the story... Thank you.. 💖

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