Being A Vampire's Slave

Chapter 25: The Game Of Choice

Chapter 25: The Game Of Choice

Four Hours Ago...

Rene's POV

Janice lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious and eerily still. It looked as if she might never wake again. Karla, with a sinister grin plastered on her face, yanked me towards her with a force that made my arm ache. I struggled, trying to wriggle free, but it was pointless—my attempts were futile. I had no idea what kind of "fun" Karla was referring to, but it certainly didn't sound pleasant.

We descended into a dimly lit chamber, the steps echoing with each footfall. Karla pushed me into a chair, her eyes narrowing with cruel delight. "Get up from that chair, and you'll die. Well, you'll most likely die anyway. It's just a matter of whether I do it slowly or quickly," she said with a sickly sweet tone.

My throat tightened as I gulped, trying to steady my racing heart. Karla's expression darkened as she fixed me with a fierce stare. "I don't know why he kept you for so long. I'm surprised, really. Know this, human: you're not special. Your little lucky star is about to burn out, crashing down. You are nothing, human! Hear me?" she screamed, her voice echoing in the chamber.

Her face contorted into something monstrous—her eyes blackened, her fangs elongated. I couldn't help but shudder at the sight. Karla flipped her hair back, her smile widening with a disturbing glee. "Now, let's get to the best part of our girl's night. I want to play a game. Let's bring in our other player," she giggled, her voice dripping with malice.

The ominous sound of footsteps approached, and my heart sank as I prepared for whatever twisted game Karla had in store.

Another player? My mind raced with anxiety as Karla dragged someone forward, their head covered with a bag, and shoved them into the chair opposite me. The person struggled against their bonds, but Karla's grip was ironclad. She pulled the bag off to reveal Bianca, her face marred with dirt and bruises. Relief washed over me, mixed with dread. "Bianca! You're alive!" I cried out.

Bianca's eyes met mine, and despite the pain etched on her face, she managed a small, pained smile. My heart ached for her, seeing her like this. Karla, on the other hand, seemed to revel in our distress. She held a ragged bag and an old, grimy bottle. Placing the bottle between us, she kept the bag close to her side.

"Ever play spin the bottle, girls?" she asked, her voice dripping with malevolent amusement. We remained silent, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. Karla's laughter was unsettling as she continued, "I'm quite sure you've played before. I'm going to spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on will go first."

My heart pounded in my chest. The anticipation of what might come next was unbearable. Karla took her seat, her smirk widening, and placed the bottle in the center. She spun it with a swift motion, the glass blurring as it whirled. I watched, frozen, as the bottle slowed. Each second felt like an eternity.

Finally, it came to a stop, pointing directly at Karla. "Looks like I'm first," she said with an unsettling glee. Her eyes danced with cruel delight as she picked up the bottle and spun it again.

The bottle spun mercilessly, a relentless blur of glass and my racing heartbeat. I tried to steady my breathing, but the fear was overwhelming. When the bottle finally slowed, it landed on Bianca, and her terrified cry pierced the air.

Karla's smile widened as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of rusty pliers. "Yes, human," she said with a sickeningly sweet tone. Bianca's eyes were full of tears, and her cries of distress filled the room. Karla held the pliers with an almost reverent enjoyment, wiggling them ominously. "Where should I use these pliers? Fingers, teeth, toes perhaps?" she sang, her voice dripping with malice.

Bianca's sobs broke my heart as Karla yanked her arm. I turned my head, unable to watch the torment, the sounds of Bianca's screams cutting through me. My own helplessness was suffocating.

When the torment finally ceased, Karla set the pliers down and spun the bottle again. The cruel game continued, with the bottle landing on Bianca a second time. I closed my eyes, praying that it would end, but the bottle spun again, eventually landing on me.

Karla's eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation as she faced me, her smirk widening. "I'm giving you two options," she said, her voice icy. "Either you kill her, or she'll kill you. You have 45 seconds to decide. If you don't choose, I'll kill you both."

My heart pounded in my chest, the gravity of her words sinking in. The world around me felt like it was closing in, the weight of the decision unbearable. I looked at Bianca, her face a portrait of fear and resignation. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly, each one a painful reminder of the choice I had to make.

Karla watched with a perverse delight, her eyes glinting with the thrill of our suffering. I could feel the suffocating pressure of the ultimatum, each second stretching into eternity. The decision loomed over me like a dark cloud, and I was paralyzed with fear, desperately searching for a way out of the nightmare that Karla had crafted.