Page 41 of A Dangerous Game
Fuck this! I’m not going to allow another person to think they can control me. I’m not doing it. “No, go fuck yourself.”
“You really think you’re going to boss me around after you murdered the porn king? Yeah, fuckin’ right. Sweetheart, your ass belongs to me now.”
“Who are you?” I demand. Whomever it is obviously knows what I did but I don’t need them to spread it around. This is a fucking nightmare. The whole reason why I did this at his house.
“You wait until you have further instructions,” a female voice answers me and then they are gone.
I’m in my car in a matter of seconds before my phone starts to buzz.
UNKNOWN: you will bring me 2500$ a week.
UNKNOWN: if you know whats good for you
UNKNOWN: i need you to text me back to tell me you got this message
UNKNOWN: maybe i should show the video to the cops
He took a video? He recorded me fucking killing Jim? Did he also record Jim raping me and then acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong? I wonder if he did that too. Fuck this guy.
ME: i call your bluff
UNKNOWN: Video Attachment
Quickly, I hit the download button and wait for it to load. There’s no way he recorded me. Plus, how the hell does he know I have access to that kind of money? Yeah, I make decent money as a porn actress but I don’t flaunt it. I don’t allow others to know what I do. Many of the other actresses have nice cars and big houses but I don’t want to draw that much attention to myself.
Once it’s finished loading, I’m face to face with the video of me killing Jim. Who ever recorded is, must have been up close to the window to capture this much detail. Fuck!
ME: how do i know you haven’t already gone to the police
UNKNOWN: they would be there right now
ME: why not turn me in
UNKNOWN: this way we can both get something
ME: what am i getting? Not being arrested?
UNKNOWN: shouldn’t that be enough?
ME: you are exploiting me!
UNKNOWN: i call it propositioning you
UNKNOWN: you want me to go to the cops?
ME: no. where do you want the money
UNKNOWN: i will give you further instructions
HULK
There’s crashing and banging out in the main pod that shakes the whole fed-pod. I can hear metal crashing, bending against the walls, smashing of human bones along with the deafening alarm for help.
And where are the fucktards? Not at their post to monitor this. To monitor us.
I quickly run to grab my shank I have hidden under my mattress for a situation like this. I traded two packs of cigarettes for the steel to make it and a candy bar for the twine to make a handle for it. This bad boy is all fuckin’ mine.
Of course, I don’t need a shank to protect myself. What these mother fuckers keep forgetting is that I am a trained fighter who doesn’t need a weapon. I have twenty-three hours a day where I sit in my cell and wait. For those twenty-three hours, I work out and get ready for the next move. There will always be a next move.
