The Mate Games
His gaze sweeps over us like we are pawns on a chessboard, disposable and unimportant.
“As you all know,” the king begins, his deep voice echoing through the hall, “I went on a hunting trip this past week.”
I already don’t like where this is going.
“During my hunt, I killed a great beast, a mother bear,” he continues, a smirk tugging at his lips. “However, she left behind ten cubs, helpless and alone. They will not survive without her.” He pauses, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “So I have decided to make a game of it. Twenty of you will be paired into groups of two. You will track down the cubs and kill them.”
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