The Game (Starring Joey King)

A man stood on his porch with a cup of coffee in hand to admire the morning sun shining brightly against the seemingly barren desert that is his home. His attire, a light blue shirt made of a thin fabric to ensure he remained cool even in the hottest of days while simple cotton blue jeans covered his lower half.

The smell of copper was carried in the wind, blowing from east to west in a soft breeze that tickled the man’s face and reminded him of the benefits of this dust bowl.

No one in his family wanted the land nearly a decade ago- not his brother, not his cousins, not even his own parents, only him. And since that day his land has pulled raw materials worth millions practically every hour since nearly all year round. In return the companies responsible keep away from his property and five miles from every direction, leaving his home completely isolated for miles on end. Only the livestock and the gardens kept him company during the long quiet nights until most recently when a guest arrived.

Smiling at the isolation, he took a sip of coffee before turning his attention to his newfound guest sitting on the old wooden chair beside him. Her youthful skin pale in tone, unsuited for the desert heat while long brown hair blew naturally against the wind, brushing away strands of curly hair from her soft blue eyes.

Staring at her gray dress the fabric looked almost white against the sunlight as it was barely held against her chest by the spaghetti straps against her shoulders. The plunging neckline of the dress was cut low to display a tasteful amount of her large breasts while the short length of her skirt just barely covered her crotch. The massive orbs of flesh and muscles begged the man to touch them, but he held his hand and continued to admire the sunrise displayed before him.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked the woman beside him only to smile at her muted mutter of a response “Nothing but nature for miles. Only you and me.”

With only nature around them the man could focus on the woman seated beside him, her chest heaving in and out and her muted voice failing to form coherent words once again. Her bright blue eyes a panic as the man placed his hand on her shoulder and held it there like a reassuring parent. Only it did little to reassure the woman as their eyes locked together- one in joy and one in fear as the woman raised her voice in a vain attempt to speak again. Instead, her voice was muffled, her words incoherent, and their meaning falling upon deaf ears thanks to the massive strip of duct tape plastered over her mouth.

Her eyes wet from tears as she struggled against the bonds keeping her trapped atop the chair as she screamed once more for anyone to hear. Her face turning red from strain and her body was no doubt exhausted from her futile attempts at escape throughout the night.

“Keep screaming, you’ll only get tired.” He continued to explain before an idea crossed his mind “But I’ll tell you what let’s play a game.”

Waiting for his guest to quiet down from her panic he laughed and began to escape “Oh you’ll love this one. I’ll let you go and give you a one-hour head start to find help. Escape and I won’t chase you. Fail and I put you right back here in worse conditions than before.”

Looking at him with her wet eyes the woman screamed in curiosity as if waiting for the twist to come.

“I’ll even give you an advantage if you’re willing to make a deal.” He continued “Say food and water for a few minutes with that lovely body of yours. I’ll even chase you on foot for that lovely dress. How about it? Want to take the deal or just start running?”

Smiling at her reaction the man reached down and ripped the tape away from the woman’s mouth with a hard pull, causing her to scream properly for the first time in hours.

Allowing her a moment to scream the man reached for another cup he brought with him to the porch and presented it to the woman. The clear liquid water looked appealing to the young woman as she practically drooled at the sight of the cup.

Lifting the cup over her head the woman strained to follow it as the man poured the water down onto her face, her mouth catching most of it while the rest fell onto her face and chest, causing water to fall down the opening of her dress.

Setting the cup aside he leaned back and pulled a driver’s license from his back pocket, admiring his work and the photo on the ID.

“Ellie Parker.” He began to say, “Born April 3rd, 1995, from the City of Angels and what’s this you and I share the same blood type how about that.”

“Bet when you set off on that little road trip of yours you thought you were going on an adventure. Well, you were right, just not the way you thought.” The man mocked, his voice slowly regaining its strength after weeks of silence.

Looking at the wet woman seated before him the man watched her scream for help, threatening the man with bodily harm, and promises of silence. He ignored them all in favor of watching her perfect breasts heave in and out once more with water continuing to drip down her body.

Admiring his work the man stood in silence before asking the question “So do you want to play or stay here where it’s safe Ellie?”

What does she choose to give?

A) Her body?

B) Her dress?

C) Both?

D) Neither?

E) Stay?

F) Other?

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