Caged Game Novels & Stories

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to sit there like the perfect luna and behave. You won’t have to do anything.” “Seriously?” Hayden looked at me just as we reached the stairs. “If that is what Cade wants, that is what he is going to get.” Smiling at Hayden, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t like this at all.” His voice was barely above a whisper. People were walking out of the packhouse. No one was really talking. Just silently making their way to the ring. Stands had been set up around the fenced cage. Standing over twenty feet tall, no one was coming in and no one was getting out. Once Maddox and Black entered, it would be locked and that would be it. Until someone is knocked out, we would be sittin

He bellows out over the crowd. I hear a lot of disbelieve under the guys, I turn to Jenna chuckling. “I can’t wait to see Ben dance or any of the other guys around here. Can only be hilarious.” She tears up laughing, imagining Ben clumsily trying to dance any intricate dance. We get up and lazily stroll down to the dance and game area. It’s a good ten-minute walk and when we get there, the big black screens are removed, revealing a huge dance floor on the left. At the right side there are five fighting cages, like the ones they have at an MMA event.

My body was getting hotter by the second, and my throat was drier, too, but no one came to open the door, and just when I was about to turn around, something fell from my uniform, startling me. Lowering my eyes, I looked at the golden card lying on the ground and bent to pick it up. There was the number "808" on it, meaning it was meant for the room. Without wasting time, I placed the card on the door and opened it. I stepped into the room, my eyes wandering in the darkness of the room. I wondered why the customer would stay in the dark, but the rising heat from my body made it impossible for me to think further, and I quickly wanted to serve the guest so I could leave.

he asks. “A human one. There’s a wire cage and everyone gets a card and someone calls letters and numbers.” “Who goes in the cage?” “No one. It’s like a tumbler with a crank. It’s for the balls.” His eyes light up a little at the word balls. “Is it a throwing game or a hitting game?” “It’s a sitting and listening game. For the elders.” His shoulders sink. “You’re staying in the den all day, though?” I nod. “We’ve got everything we need except daubers. Rae says we’ll just have to use crayons.” Out of politeness, I ask, “What are you doing today?”

Adam trailed referring to the unlucky humans who were made to crawl. “I ruined the nymph’s progress, it is part of the game,” Terra said with a wicked smile. “So, other women will try to make your captives come?” Adam asked as he fully understood. “Such a cruel game.” “Here comes the bad part,” Terra said. “Since I am not part of the game, you need to be someone’s captive to be edged.” Adam sighed. “I knew that,” he replied as his cock trembled with excitement. “But who?”

“It’s very possible.” Marc said nothing else as Keegan driven him interior the cage. The scent of sawdust and oil was so solid presently, it overwhelmed everything else,including Bronaugh’s tasty fragrance. Keegan appeared him the soil bicycles they rode in lieu of steeds, told him approximately all of the distinctive competitions they held and how they were diverse utilizing Fae or maybe than creatures, and clarified to him how they’d strengthened the cage and the building to avoid any escapes. As they meandered over to the bucking chute, Marc seem see a burrow that went right through the center of the stands on the other side of it. “Is that where they’re held?” he asked.

I gathered the chocolate and waffle packets that were on the bed and dumped them in the laundry basket before coming back. ‘‘Can we play a game?’’ he asked. ‘‘What sort of game?’’ I replied. I had never played any games in my life, I hardly did, the sort of games I played were during my childhood. ‘‘Any. Crossword puzzles, anything skipping rope, chess, sudoku, sponge bob,’’ he laughed again. I was really impressed now, why was Cage acting so simple, why was he stooping so low to accommodate me? He too out his phone and I wouldn’t play crossword with him, I knew I was dumb and right now wasn’t the time to prove how dumb I was, by failing to create or find any word in puzzle.

The only light comes from overhead fluorescents that cast harsh shadows. There are wolves chained throughout the room. Maybe ten of them. All in various states of torture. Some are suspended from the ceiling. Some are chained to the floor. Some are in cages too small to stand in. All of them are screaming. Vampires move between the wolves. Feeding, burning, cutting. This isn't punishment. This is entertainment. The vampires are laughing. Placing bets. Comparing techniques. This is what the Cage really is. Not a prison. A torture facility where vampires indulge their sadism legally.

Putting my questions aside, we eat, and even the no‑name girl who was curled up in the corner joins in. “When do these games start?” I ask as we eat. “Late afternoon when the sun’s starting to go down,” Kanda says. “So relax all that you can. We might not live after tonight.” That doesn’t make me relax at all. I spend the day sitting and watching people. There’s not much to do, and everyone else does the same or talks with each other until early afternoon when we’re taken out of our cell. We’re chained and led to the market area. Kanda doesn’t seem bothered by this, so I assume we’re safe for now. We’re taken to two cages in the middle of the market, not far from the cages we spent the night