Unfair Match

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young woman forces a older man to play a game with her unwillingly...

Submitted: June 20, 2008

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Submitted: June 20, 2008

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“Do you like games?” The girl asked slyly. She was no older than 15. Her short blonde hair up to her shoulders was spiked at the tips. It flowed like air for side to side.

The man no older than 30 was sitting in a rocking chair across the table. He was tied up with a coarse, thick rope. He was sweating profusely, his sweat were beads dripping from his forehead.

“Oh right, your mouth is tapped. Totally forgot.” She slapped her head and rolled her eyes.

His eyes stared directly at her, full of fear and torn tears.

“What,” she looked down, gracing both her hands on her chest, “something on my shirt?”

He was still in full terror, he started breathing heavily.

“Shall we start?” Her face was grinning.

She ignored the mumbling coming from the man, and started distributing the cards between the two of them. She started humming a song to herself.

“I find that it’s a lot more calming to hum a little tune here and there. Doesn’t it just calm your nerves?” She asked.

He didn’t respond.

“No worries, I wasn’t planning for your response.” She reached down to a giant bag, and pulled out a revolver and tossed it onto the table.

He instantly jolted at the sight of the weapon.

“Don’t worry. It’s not loaded yet.”

He didn’t calm down.

“I know, I know, it’s scary. Just think of it as a magical happy wand! We’re playing Russian roulette with only 2 players. So your odds are greater…,” She stopped herself, and scratched her head, “Oops, my mistake, your odds are less.”

The man was panicking. He started moving around in the chair. The wood was starting to crack.

“Sorry! I was never good at mathematics.” Her voice didn’t seem upset or apologetic.

He was hyperventilating, she could tell.

“Shut up! I’m not gonna get a fucking bag for you to breathe in.” Her tone was suddenly low, and angry.

“These are the rules of my variation of Russian roulette. I don’t really know the exact rules for the game.”

She cleared her throat, and sat up straighter, “If you card is lower than mine, you’ll get a turn with the gun. If my card is lower, I’ll get a turn with it.”

He didn’t respond, his face was shocked and in terror.

“Oh, oops!” Her hands were placed on her mouth, “I should’ve explained it more clearly. If you get a lower card, then you get a chance to get shot with the gun. If I get a lower card, I get a chance to hold the gun. Whoever I shoot depends on my mood.”

His eyes sharpened. He was now screaming loudly.

“Oh?! You want to prolong this experience? What enthusiasm!  Fine, what shall we add to the rules?” Her head rested upon her two hands.

He started screaming louder.

She put her hand to her ear and cupped it, “Huh? I don’t understand… OH WELL! I guess it’s up to my expertise. Hmm….”

She looked around the room. The walls of the room where dirty, but they encouraged her to proceed.

Her eyes twinkled and snapped, “OH! How about whoever says ‘SNAP’ the loudest when the cards are turned gets to shoot the other in the foot. In your case, I’ll shoot myself in the foot. No worries, you’ll still get the same enjoyment watching my pain.”

Her eyes were cold and frosty. She smirked, put her hands on the now separated deck of cards, “One….two…THREE!”

The cards turned. She had an ace, and he had an 8, “SNAP!”

The bloodcurdling yell echoed through the entire room. She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them. Her smirk wouldn’t go away.

“Okay. So it was an unfair disadvantage. You mouth is taped shut…”

He stared at her with puppy dog eyes. “Please” is what they said.

“Hmmm…, well it doesn’t matter; I’m getting paid to do this. By the end of game, you’re gonna die anyways, might as well let you endure more pain,” she stood up and walked closer to him; she eventually went up to his face and whispered, “You deserve it anyways…”

 

 

The girl started humming to herself again. She was busy fidgeting with the gun. She finally reached down to her bag and got a couple of bullets. The man observed, immediately knowing they were liverounds.

“Hm…how many should I put in?” She started tossing the bullets around.

The man mumbled. His left foot was shot. He was complete pain. His face was full of tears and sweat. Behind the duct tape, he was screaming, “NONE! PLEASE” His voice was disoriented; the pain had affected his speech.

“Wha? All of them?” She smirked as she let out her ear.

The man was screaming at the top of his lungs, “NO!”

“Yes? Kay then, whatever you want.”

She started filling the revolver with the bullets The man scanned through the process, she placed, oddly, 9 bullets in the gun. Damn! She was using some LeMat Revolver modern influenced revolver… The man’s eyes were curious, but still in full terror.

“Seems that we’re ready. How are you holding up?”

The man didn’t respond.

“Hmmm, not too well? Well, I was hoping to hang with you for a little while longer, but I have to get to my next appointment.” She looked at her arm as if it had a watch on it.

She placed her hands on the two decks of cards. Her smirk was coming back, “One…two…three!”

She had a 4 and he had a 10.

Her face grinned, her smile looked inviting, “Oh, I guess I get a turn with the gun.”

She stood up with the gun with her hand, walked slowly behind the man. Her hands graced his back. He shivered. His screaming got louder and louder, until it got unbearable for him to even listen to it.

He could hear her chuckling to herself, “Don’t worry, the pain is almost over. There’s no thrill in my variation of the game, you get shot no matter what.”

The gun was pulled to his head. He closed his eyes, and screamed to the top of his lungs.

The screaming stopped.

Dead silence.

 

The girl brushed her blond hair back to her shoulders, sighed, and tossed the revolver on the table. She smirked at the bloody body of the man she killed. She picked up her bag and opened the door.

She nodded to a man dressed in black outside of the door. He nodded in return, and went inside the room, closing it behind him.

The girl walked out of the building, smiling to the warm sky. She placed a pair of large headphones in her ears, embracing the loud music. She sighed to herself peacefully, while she walked down the deserted street.


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