The Insanity Game Novels & Stories

Unknown number: Want to play a game? Whoever is doing this seems to be fucking with me. Did someone think it’s such a great idea trying to play games with me? Maybe it’s Tristan being Tristan again. Hell knows the games he put me through when we were little during summer. I choose to ignore the number; I won’t let anyone stress me out. The phone lights up again. Unknown number: It’s called ‘How to save your girlfriend?’

Damian’s POV Sitting in the dimly lit bar, I swirled the ice in my glass of whiskey, lost in thought. My stepmother's incessant nagging about my need to settle down and start a family had been weighing heavily on my mind. I had no interest in the vapid women she kept trying to set me up with, but the idea of finding a way to solve my problem and help someone else at the same time had started to form in my mind.

We sat at that table, and the suffering was far from over - the stakes at that table were high. I wanted to rip out Patrick's tongue and gouge out Michael's eyes, who was throwing himself at Samantha. And worst of all, Samantha was encouraging it, flirting with the guy the whole time. If this game didn't end quickly, I would commit at least one homicide right there. The game started, and the first to leave was Leonard, who turned all his attention to Tess and was almost grabbing her. When Michael left the game, I immediately abandoned it too - I couldn't care less about the money I had bet, but I wouldn't let that guy put his hands on my goddess, no way.

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

“These questions aren't enough to make it difficult for you… This sentence internally… The taboo of revealing identity will result in death. How reckless?” “New recreations reach first to me, everything else… Nothing.” “You let go of Lady Alice. I just came up with a very interesting game. The game is called 1:1. Sound mesmerizing?” "I haven't asked the last question yet." “The first question you asked two questions, I answered them both. Law is law, fair contract. To say is to do.” "Okay. Put her down.”

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

Mira landed gracefully beside him. He groaned. “That feels unfair.” Mira adjusted her jacket. “Life has always been unfair.” “We’re dead.” “Exactly.” A casino surrounded them. Slot machines moved on their own. Coins spilled onto blood-covered floors. A screen flashed. WIN THE GAME Noah looked panicked. “What game?!” Mira smiled slightly. “Now that…” She stared at the moving machines. “…sounds interesting.” Noah looked sick. “That sentence concerns me.” Elsewhere— Tess crashed into a dark warehouse.

Naomi was sitting behind a large makeup table and talking to the agent company. When she saw me, she was shocked. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and frustration. “Explain this.” She handed the phone to me. I frowned in confusion. Then, I heard the insults from the phone. “How dare you lay your hands on Wendy Clark?! Don’t you know your own place?! “Right now, everyone online is talking about you cheating. What are we supposed to do about this?! You’re just never serious, are you? All you care about is satisfying your own libido!

Queenie’s mods promised to side with the chat and told Queenie that she would end up wearing all seven restraints. As soon as everyone understood the game rules, London started the first fast poll to get the fuck machine going. With only ten seconds to select a puzzling option, the chat exploded in a fury at the cryptic message. Most simply chose a random answer and Queenie laughed. Did they think it would be that simple to ruin her? If she merely told them to choose between slow, medium, fast and insane, the chat would almost always choose ‘insane’. Hence, the streamer made things difficult by preparing a list of questions that the chat must get correct to trigger ‘insane speed’. It was a l

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through my tortured thoughts. “The first game is called…” she pauses, her grin so wide it could swallow the sun, “…The Strongest Ass.” The strongest… what? My brain tries to process this. Oh God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is. She smiles, waving her hands as if she’s conducting an orchestra of chaos. “This game is simple. If the person you’re rooting for has a strong ass that can break iron, he will win!” The crowd erupts…cheering, clapping, shouting. I clutch my head. Everyone here is insane.