Stuck In A Video Game Novels & Stories

My steps are long and urgent each one driven by rising tension. Within moments, I reached the door. I push it open and walk straight inside. I move directly to my desk, switch on my computer, and search for the file. Tapish has already sent it. Of course he has. I double-click on it. The screen flickers for a second And then the video begins to play. I am trying to free myself from the chains, struggling against the cold metal, but it is useless. They are too tight. Too strong.Where am I…?

My heart cracked and mended all at once. Later that Morning After breakfast, Saint dragged me—quite literally—into the sitting room, where sunlight streamed through tall windows like something out of a movie. He handed me a controller. Xbox. I raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want this smoke?” He nodded, then scribbled: “Loser piggyback the other tomorrow.” “Oh, it’s on.” The next twenty minutes were filled with laughter, fake trash talk, and me pretending not to be absolutely awful at video games. Saint laughed silently—his shoulders shaking—as I crashed a race car into a palm tree for the fifth time in a row.

Endorsements were canceled, his company blacklisted him, and everyone within his circle of friends ghosted him. Willa had not investigated further to know what became of his fate, but now the man before her suddenly looked too familiar. And the scene happening before her wasn’t just any scene; it was the same scene from the video that had gone viral: a top gamer thrusting into a doll with reckless abandon, oblivious to the world around him. “Yes... Come on,” Player Nine groaned desperately. Willa covered her eyes; it was too disgusting to watch, but her body was reacting in ways she didn’t like.

Josey offered, standing up and pulling my hand back to where we sat. I couldn't resist. Video games have always been my addiction. My best friend proving the saying, "Old Habits Die Hard."

, he said. "Maybe getting help here is not a good idea let us go, Parker. I have a bad feeling about this", I said. "Everything is fine Mer. Trust me when have I ever lied to you", he said. I walked inside to find a rundown system a guy who couldn't be anything more than eighteen. Another guy was playing a video game near him. The video game that he was playing was one of the violent kinds where people were killed brutally. He is laughing at every death like a maniac. He paused it noticing us.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

I decided to park my car by the roadside and vent out all my frustrations. These stupid hands, why did you have to touch his hair, now he probably thinks I'm weird or that I like him, I think I like him but he isn't supposed to know that. I hit my steering wheel again, the horn sounded, causing me to get weird glances from people. 🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

And I didn’t know how long I would be able to stop myself from going to him. "We’re here." Trent’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I swallowed as I prepared myself to step inside the bunker. "Are you really sure?" I just nodded my head and smiled at him. "I set up a video console there, but I doubt you will be able to use it. Maybe while you are waiting for it to hit you, you can occupy yourself with those." I giggled before I raised my hand to throw a fake jab at his chest. "You know, I hate video games."

Even my guilt remembered her. I typed a reply with wet fingers, still breathing hard: Tomorrow night. Same time. I need to watch you cum like that while I’m buried deep inside you. Don’t stop touching yourself until then. I sent it. Then I leaned against the shower wall, water still pouring over me, and let the truth settle. This game was no longer just a game. It was the only place where I could still have her without losing her completely. And I was already addicted. What if these secret videos and dark rooms aren’t just satisfying our hunger… but the only honest language we have left after destroying everything else?

I plastered my chip right on its trunk. He said we should keep on walking as we proceed further to the Game. It doesn't have any rules but it's continuous until it's finished by the players of it. We are one of those. Soon they will be here too, and it's making me nervous. Perchance because I was playing it sincerely. Perhance because I know Gideon was bored the whole time like he's not delighted to the thought of being stuck here with me in the Game. Perhance I wanted to stay.