Death Penalty The Game の小説・ストーリー

"What do you want?" "We're going to play a game, Erica. It's called Truth or Kill. You have two choices: either I kill the four people whose photos I just sent you, or you get into your car, drive to the Rossi Enterprise, tell everyone the truth, and beg for forgiveness." She choked on a sob, her mind racing. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt them." "Good. Now, listen carefully. Do not hang up the call. I am watching you, and one wrong move will lead to a kill in our little game."

Not through this man. “Yes, I can kill him. If he has a pack, then I also have mine. But I’m not that shallow, Madeline. If I want to kill someone I loathe, I don’t give him an easy death. First, I play with him… then torture him, steal his everything until he got nothing, before pushing him to death. That is the game I want to witness.” “You are ruthless,” I spoke my mind out. “You want to use me as your pawn.”

he seemed unimpressed and I felt like a child when he spoke next, “I think you misunderstand the type of revenge I am seeking. It is not the petty sort of revenge that relies on word of mouth. To truly destroy a man like Niklaus Artymov you need to take everything that is his. Dismantle him meticulously until he owns nothing. All the power is gone. I do not care for his illustrious behaviour his mishaps and his scandals, those are but temporary pieces of revenge. I want to obliterate him to the point of nonexistence.” “Are you sure you're not thinking of murder?” I laughed a little nervously not 100% sure I was out of the realm of possibility. Especially when I felt like the car was speeding

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.

"Maybe if a woman was here, maybe if my 'fucking cunt' was here, she would have pleaded with me for the life of your mother at least. You see, she's more compassionate than I'll ever be and quite frankly she's the only person I'd let get away with trying to change my mind. She's someone you'd like to have on your side but you don't have that much of a choice anymore." I took my glock and pointed it at his head. "Please," was the last thing he said before I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head; execution style. The sound ricocheted around the room and there was stone cold silence for a moment. I watched without a shred of remorse as his body dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open, st

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

It was a stark reminder of the depths of her betrayal and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her twisted goals. The sight of that large sum of money fueled a surge of anger within me. It was a stark reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the individuals involved in this deadly game. They valued human life so little that they were willing to pay a small fortune to snuff it out without a second thought.

' Keegan asked, "How does this game work?" "It's very simple. You just have to search the room for usable items and find a way to murder the boyfriend in order to win." Keegan kept quiet. 'This game... is so violent. How did it even get approved?' Keegan thought for a moment before he asked again, "Why did the developer of this game choose a name like that? Did her boyfriend cheat on her?" Stella replied resentfully, "He should just be castrated if he did! What he did is worse than cheating!"

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

But in the end, she was betrayed and cheated on, and now even her savings, apartment, and life were all snatched away by the horrible betrayers. And now, she had to entertain people… by dying fancy? This had to be a sick joke. Wasn’t this supposed to be a survival game? “And what if I refuse to be entertainment? What then? Will you kill me a second time?” Willa folded her fists, glaring toward the speaker. “Then,” the handsome man from earlier murmured, “you die.” Willa dodged back on instinct, but his lips curled and his eyes darkened. “Not by my hands, darling,” he whispered. “The death world… it will eat you up soon enough.”