The morning after brings deep regret

You must've scrolled through the details on your GT about twelve times by now. You still cannot believe you agreed to a GAME as insane as this, regardless of the penalty for not playing. Did your drunk self really value orgasms over life as you know it?

With a sigh, you switch to the phone tab and ring Mandy's number from your contacts. It takes a few rings, but she eventually picks up.

"What do you want...?" she groans groggily.

"Just wanted to hear how you're feeling this morning." You pause a moment, for effect. "In case you hadn't heard yet, Sam failed in his mission last night."

There's a deep silence, during which you imagine a lot of realisations are suddenly penetrating Mandy's sleep-addled brain. "I... don't know what you're talking about," she eventually lies.

"Mhmm, sure," you snark. "Well, just so we're clear, I don't hate you enough that I want you to lose this twisted game. But if you send any more of your guys after me, I may be **** to retaliate. And I'm not gonna mince words here, Mandy. I'm smarter than you."

Another long silence. "L-look, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I was reeeeeallly wasted! Can we just call a truce or something?"

You scoff. "I'd love to, but unfortunately that's not how GAMEs work. We're both stuck under these rules until we either leave campus or one of us loses." You pause for effect once again. "Loses everything. This is a 'sword of Damocles' of your own making, and you're gonna have to live with it looming over you, just as I will."

After a third long pause, she hangs up.

You sigh again. She must be panicking right about now, since she clearly didn't plan on playing this game legit. But that's a minuscule consolation to you.

No matter what, you can't get the horror out of your mind whenever you think about the details of this sick GAME. What will the rest of your year be like, when you're threatened at every turn with...