Chapter 32 #2
He thinks for a moment before he holds up one finger.
“One?” Luna guesses.
Shane nods. He then fakes sleeping.
“Sleep? Rest?” Luna says.
Shane shakes his head and points to the sun, making an arching motion that has even me confused. Fuck. Come on, Shane!
“Night?” she guesses.
Shane gives a thumbs up before continuing. He glances around before looking to me, grabbing me and pulling me to stand.
“One-night Courtney? One-night girl? One-night grab?” she says, tossing her hands up in frustration before she leaps to her feet. “Ooh! One-night stand!”
Shane nods, then flips to the next card as I sit down. They nail two more back-to-back before the time runs out. Four, not bad.
Savannah and Noah go next, and they somehow get five. Some of the motions Noah did to depict positions and sexual phrases were actually funny, and the group’s beginning to laugh as the game continues.
I decide to be the actor, and Landon leans forward intently as I pull the first card.
Instantly, I begin galloping on the spot and swinging an imaginary lasso.
“Cowboy? Rodeo?” Landon guesses.
I hold up one finger, indicating the first guess before I glance around. I run to Luna, then sit on her lap, facing away from her as I begin grinding on her.
“Reverse cowgirl!” Landon says.
I jump up and down in excitement and nod as I flip to the next card. Oh fuck. Well, I’m already over here, might as well use Luna as my prop. Grabbing her, I force her onto the ground then pull her ass into the air. I hold my hand out like I have an imaginary dick and begin fucking her ass.
Landon looks at me like I’m nuts, and I honestly feel like I am because what do you mean I’m pretend-fucking my best friend in the ass in a race for my life? Like, what the fuck?
“Fucking? Humping?” Landon guesses before I grip both of Luna’s ass cheeks and act like I’m spreading them before pointing straight at her asshole.
Sorry, girl.
“Anal?” Landon guesses.
I leap in the air in celebration before I grab the next card. Fuck, where did all the time go? Twenty seconds left.
The instant I read the card, my body goes cold. I look to the production crew with unease, and Landon snaps at me.
“Come on, babygirl. Now!”
His gaze moves to the ticking clock, and I nod as I swallow roughly. Gesturing to Landon, I make a slow dragging motion of my hand against my neck before dropping my neck to the side.
Landon knows what I’m getting at, I can tell he just doesn’t know how to articulate it.
“Death? Dead? You’re dead. Head? Decapitation?”
I point to him on the last one, a second before the timer goes off.
Angel, Mason, Noah and even Savannah clap politely for me.
Meanwhile, Landon, Luna and Shane all stay silent as I wordlessly take my seat.
I try not to look up, but I feel a pair of eyes on me, and I make eye contact with the woman who interrogated me after we found Andrew.
She gives me an approving nod and a light clap that sends chills skating down my spine.
We only got three.
That means that Angel and Mason have to get two or less or we’re eliminated. I’m not trying to wish ill will on anyone, especially when it may lead to their death, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping they do badly, a little bit. Okay, fuck, a lot.
When the timer starts, Angel flips over the card, frowning before she realizes she’s holding it upside down.
Jesus.
“Um, I don’t know what to do,” Angel says, looking to Julia, who’s just offscreen.
“Do your best,” Julia replies.
Angel shakes her head and runs a frustrated hand through her hair.
“Come on, just do something!” Mason snaps.
“I’m trying to think of something! Give me a second!” she huffs.
Mason looks ready to tear his hair out, and I don’t blame him. Angel takes forty of their ninety seconds before she finally does a little dance on an imaginary pole.
“Pole dancer? Stripper!” Mason says.
She nods and claps before flipping to the next card. Her brows furrow as the clock ticks away the seconds, then she begins pulling her finger in a trigger motion with her hand out front.
“Gun? Shoot? Trigger? Pull the trigger? Come here? I don’t know what you’re fucking doing! Try something else!” Mason shouts.
“I don’t know what else to do!” she yells back at him.
“Fucking hell,” he says, leaning forward and covering his face with his hands.
“Okay, one more time. Whatever it is, really think about the visual of it.”
Angel frowns as she reads the card and nods.
The time is ticking down from ten seconds, and I almost feel relief that they only have one correct answer, which makes me feel like an asshole.
Angel lifts both of her hands, then makes a drawing-back motion.
Five… four… three…
“Stretching? Pulling? Shooting? Oh shit! A bow and arrow! Archery!” Mason shouts as Angel motions like she’s letting the bow go.
Suddenly, as if it was pulled out of nowhere, an arrow comes flying through the air at lightning speed, ripping through Angel’s chest before landing directly between Mason’s eyes. He goes limp as Angel falls to the ground.
Horror washes over me as I look at the two bleeding bodies before me, and all I hear is a bloodcurdling scream that fills my head.