Red Pill Or Blue Pill Game Novels & Stories

Dustin nodded. Dylan sneered and had his assistant, who had finally come to, retrieve two pills. “These are two poison pills. You and I will each take one. I’ll teach Delia how to neutralize the poison, and we’ll see who can do it faster. Whoever succeeds first wins. “Don’t worry. These pills won’t kill, but if left for long, the consequences will be dire. It can leave half your body paralyzed. Well? Will you take up the task?” Dylan asked mockingly.

“This pill can quickly replenish your energy. I think this is a must-have during battles!” Douglas and Goddard had no doubts about Preston’s words at this stage. They absolutely believed that this pill had such an effect. “And this is a camouflage pill that can change your appearance and practice level. It's very useful for sneak attacks.” Preston introduced everything in detail. Douglas and Goddard’s breathing became heavier by the second as they stared at the pills in Preston's hand longingly. Even the most beautiful women were not as attractive as the pills.

Bradley would be a hell of a lot more appealing served as Nasi goreng with cow eyeball; if he reached for any more bacon all he’d be missing were the spots. Staring at her cluttered plate, the sight of food alone churning the pregnant sickness of her stomach, Blue wondered if she imagined the sound of the front door slamming. The sound of echoing, firm dress shoes. Approaching. Heavy. Fast. Looking up from her plate, her parents looking as unconcerned as ever, Blue truly felt she was hallucinating as she stared into a pair of dark eyes she had the feeling meant only to whisk her away. Looming in the doorway, he approached. Grabbed a hold of the woman’s wrist. Tugged her hastily from her chai

The games weren't even supposed to start until 10 pm. As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the "roll" button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.

Paul huffed and Leo agreed with him. We have labels for the type of game we will be playing. Yellow if it's easy, and we will just tease, push them around, but nothing physical. Orange is when we will leave them with nothing, inflict physical damage, but not to the point of danger, and lastly and the most extreme is red. We will fūck with their heads until they go back to the city and go straight to an asylum. Some of my friends like red, including me. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing how a once almighty person drops to the ground, and loses their identity.

As unlikely as that seemed, I was 100% right. Cindy's holy roller family believed in prayer over medicine, and since hitting puberty she was a handful sexually. But her first day at St. Andrews was spent in the college health center, where several docs examined her. They were just back from training on the newest drugs. Their prescriptions nailed her mental problems. With the right meds she had full control of her urges and desires. To Cindy, 'control' meant bingeing; on the red pill she studied like a fiend during the week, pulling Dean's list grades. On the blue pill she sexed like a nympho all weekend. Latching on to Jace for a boyfriend meant she did not have to waste sex time cruising f

He signalled at one of the men and he pried her mouth open, Viola squirmed and jerked continuously as a strange blue pill was tossed into her mouth. She tried spitting it out but the man made sure she swallowed it completely. Zaqh snapped his hands and the two men left the room, he took the nearest chair and folded his legs, now all he had to do was wait for the effects of the pill. It would distort the brain and make one blurt out thier deepest secret but it's side effect was lethal, whenever it was used on someone, it would end up affecting thier intelligence and such person would be reduced to an idiot.

Blue stared at her as she did so, his heart racing. He froze when he noticed Katleya’s hand trembling as she looked at him with wide eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “R-Red?” she asked. “Looking for my twin? Too bad.” “Your mole is gone.” “G-Gone?!” Blue shouted. Grabbing his phone, he checked his face using the camera. Katleya’s eyes widened as she noticed the word “Red” written on the back of his phone case. Blue examined his reflection, scratching his head when he saw the fake mole was gone.

It was a dangerous game we were all playing, and the lines between trust and deception were blurred. The following morning, a sense of unease still hung in the air. The events of the previous night had cast a shadow over the club, and I couldn't ignore the weight of the world I had chosen to inhabit. The VIP storage room was locked and secure, its secrets concealed within, and I hoped it would remain that way.

Jeremy looks down on me with a soft smile, biting on his lower lip. Don’t look at me like that! We’re only supposed to be fake dating. Stop looking at me like I just hung the damn moon. I adjust in my seat, eyeing the glass of wine on the table. No, it’s too early to get drunk. “Yes, what Jeremy said.” “The gaming industry is brutal. I can’t imagine two rivals keeping it up while in love.” Mr. Hilton straightens, frowning at us. We’re about to be caught red-handed, of course Jeremy butts in to save the day as usual.