Chapter 10 #2
I flicked a switch to activate the sliding wall to the side of him, revealing the first tunnel he’d have to take to begin his task.
I had cameras set up along every tunnel and turn that he’d be taking.
I didn’t want to miss a minute of this game.
And as I watched him step forward slowly, his hands out in front of him as he navigated his way out of the cell and down the dark tunnel, I realised this was the first time I’d had a guest play one of my games that wasn’t directly linked to my childhood.
A player who’d wound up in my game all on his own merit.
He wasn’t one of them. Maybe my work as a vigilante was evolving.
I knew there was a whole world of opportunity out there for me to play with, if I wanted to.
Did I want to?
Was that what this was?
Maybe.
But I couldn’t deny, the girl, Abigail, she was at the back of my mind.
Tapping away like a little woodpecker on my conscious, making me question why I was excited to get this game wrapped up so I could go and take a closer look at the girl that’d stopped me in my tracks tonight.
A girl that I could torment for my pleasure.
A way to get back at Officer Dan and all the ways he’d let me down.
Peter was walking against the wall of the tunnel, leaning against it and using his hands to feel his way in the darkness. He came to an opening and had to choose left or right.
“Is there any fucking clues for which way to go?” he hissed.
“Why would I give you a clue? You have to figure this out for yourself.”
He laughed to himself. “I’m not a fucking moron. I know about the hand on wall method to navigate a maze. I’ll be out of here in no time.”
“Then why did you ask for clues?” I taunted back.
He ignored me, keeping his hand on the wall as he took a left turn and walked slowly forward.
The hand on wall method was a way to beat a maze, but this was no ordinary maze, and I flicked another switch to close off the tunnel he was walking down, creating a dead end where there wasn’t one before.
When he reached it, he cursed, “Fuck,” and then kept his hand on the wall as he turned around and retraced his steps.
Steps that were going to get a hell of a lot harder to take soon.
“That’s one minute gone,” I called out, and he snapped, “Shut the fuck up,” making me laugh down the speaker.
He went straight down the tunnel, hands still in place, and then I laughed again as I heard him cry out in pain.
“Ah! You, fucking... ah!”
He stopped walking and stood still, lifting one leg and trying to pull the shards of glass from the bottom of his foot. Then he tentatively put his foot down and did the same to the other. But it was pointless. There was shattered glass all over the floor. Enough to rip his skin to shreds.
“Almost two minutes up,” I teased. “No time to stop for a pedicure.”
“Fuck you,” he seethed, and started to walk again, screaming with each step as the floor became slippery with his blood. He squeezed his eyes shut, and then he stopped and shouted, “This is bullshit. I’m not doing it anymore. You can take your fucking game and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!”
This fucker was really testing my patience. But I kept my cool, stating, “There’s no way out for you. You do the maze, or I kill you now.”
“THEN FUCKING KILL ME!” he screamed.
I was seconds away from losing it.
“Before I kill you,” I replied. “Tell me, who should I address the parcel with your fucking head to? Your wife or your son?”
“You can mail it up your fucking ass,” he snarled, and that was it.
I snapped.
I was so fucking done with this asshole. I’d wasted a fucking good game on this loser. He didn’t know what a privilege it was to play with me.
“I’ll mail it to your son,” I sneered. “And make sure your mutilated face is staring up at him as he opens the fucking box. I’ll send your shrivelled cock to your wife and score it with a tally for all the women you’ve raped. I’ll make sure she knows what the number is for, too.”
Every breath I took was a heavy breath of anger and revulsion for the time I’d wasted.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I stared with scorn at the useless fucker on my screen.
He was a pitiful excuse of a player. A nobody who didn’t deserve to die at the hands of my genius.
And then, I realised I was fucking pissed at the girl, too.
This wasn’t how my night was supposed to end.
She’d dropped this piece of shit into my lap and into my game. And it had gone so fucking wrong.
Feeling rage fire through me, making me shake with the need for vengeance I wouldn’t get, I did something I’d never done before. I pulled the plug early on the game and flicked the switch I was going to use for the last part of this task.
Hidden jets in the ceiling sprang to life, spraying and covering the walls, floor, and him in hydrochloric acid.
He started to scream as the acid burned through his skin, his screams growing louder and more frantic as it penetrated muscle and then scorched bone.
He thrashed, writhing on the floor as pools of blood-red acid gathered beneath him.
And then, it went quiet as the acid took hold.
Burning and dissolving a man that no one would mourn.
A man that was no more, because the acid was already doing its job and dissolving what used to be a vile, pathetic excuse of man called Peter.
Soon there’d be nothing left of him. And good riddance.
I had better things to do with my time tonight.
Better people to spend my time with.
I picked up my phone to check the location of the tracker I’d slipped into her pocket, and it showed me she was in an apartment building on the other side of town. It was time to pay her a little visit and show her what happened to anyone who wasted my fucking time.