eye of the noose | [clue killer / naomi / cleo ]
Mar 7, 2021 0:45:30 GMT -5
Post by cluekiller on Mar 7, 2021 0:45:30 GMT -5
TW: violence, torture, death
Predictability will be their downfall.
I remove my glove to wake them up. Nails scraping against chalkboard, screaming against weak ears and strained necks. The girls wake up in identical predicaments, nooses around their necks, wrists tied behind their backs, feet planted on top of unsteady buckets. They will sense the danger before they see they are facing each other, mirror reflections of one another. I stand by their side, waiting patiently. One will watch the other die tragically.
"Hello, my little rulebreakers."
They can't help themselves, and neither can I. Ambitiously snatching two instead of one this time, and Cleo is a repeat visitor. Who would've thought it would be so easy?
"Welcome back, Cleo. Happy to see me again? I bet you still haven't figured out why you're here," I tease, smiling behind my mask. I wonder if she will snap at me again and call me a psycho, or has she learned by now that she is powerless in my presence? "Try not to throw up this time. I had to clean that unsightly mess by myself." I pretend to think she cares about my wellbeing. I enjoy mocking her. It is her own fault she is in this situation.
Naomi is different. I strut to her side of the dimly-lit room and tilt my head at her. "And you. I bet you never thought you'd be here. Or did you?" Rage festers within me for a moment, a hot flash of something they cannot see written across my face. It lasts only for a moment before I compose my breathing and turn away.
"Anyway, this time is going to be different. We're playing a game," I walk to the chalkboard and reveal a drawing. Six blank spaces beneath a sketch of the gallows. "Have you ever heard of Hangman?"
As much as Cleo's torture brought me joy, this would be different. The tension and fear melting off of their cheeks will fill my appetite today. It is emotional torture more than anything, and it is exactly what they deserve. At the end of it, only one of them will walk away.
"The winner survives. The loser dies. Understand? You have to guess the most letters."
I wait for their responses. Whether it be tears, pleas, shouts of rage, frustrated scoffs, accusations, I do not care what they think of me or what they have to offer. I've come too far to change my mind about this. "I will give you one hint."
I turn around and write it on the board.
'A fun hobby.'
"Begin."
charade maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] welcome to your game. There is only one winner, and as has already been said: only one survivor. The game will work largely like you'd expect. Guess a letter, hope you got it right. For the sake of continuity, we'll do it like this: For your first posts, do not guess a letter. Your first post should be more of a reaction to waking up in your current, erm, condition. You can use this opportunity to roll for your next post. (1-10) The person with the higher roll will be given the correct letter, while the person with the lower roll will be given an incorrect letter. You may roll for the next round in your second posts, and so on. The person who wins the most out of the first three rounds will live, and the other, well... it is called hangman, isn't it?