A Twisted Game

Cyrilla was in hell. She was coming home from work. She only had two days left before moving to New York City from Atlanta. Just as she was approaching her apartment building, someone grabbed her off the sidewalk, put a cloth full of chloroform over her face and dragged her into an alley. Someone had caused a disturbance on the street, so everyone's attention was focused away from Cyrilla.

She woke up later naked in a large empty room and had on her socks and athletic shoes and two black wrist bands. A shock was sent through the wrist bands and made her jump and yelp in pain. She tried to take them off, but they seemed glued on.

"Welcome, Cyrilla," said a voice over a loudspeaker. "You cannot escape. The door is locked, and no one can hear you scream. You will be given a certain number of tasks. If you complete them, nothing will happen, If you do not, you'll be punished, and those wristbands are just the beginning.

Another shock zapped her wrists. "Ow! Why are you doing this?! Why me?!"

"Why are we doing this: money. This is being broadcast on the dark web for our paid subscribers. Why you: wrong place, right time. Your first task. You see a jump rope?"

Cyrilla saw it and nodded.

"You have to skip rope for three straight minutes, no stopping, no errors."

"What if I don't..."

Her wrists were zapped again.

She picked up the jump rope and started.

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