You think about your situation. And discover something interesting

You shudder at his words, knowing he's just playing, but feeling a tremor of atavistic dread all the same. Part of you wishes he'd take off his mask and stop messing around. The two of you could just hole up and fuck the night away, and you'd be happy to share your winnings with him after you won.

On the other hand, you can't deny that the game he's playing is immensely exciting. The thought of being really held captive by some kind of monstrous cultist and fucked brainless while you're helpless certainly gets your nectar flowing, not to mention the thought of his long fat cock stuffing your sweet cunt.

You lay back in reverie, letting your mind drift, wondering what's going on with your three friends. You haven't heard anything, but the house is huge and sound probably doesn't carry very well. You wonder if other frat boys have captured them, and they're getting soundly fucked in some other part of the house. You giggle at the thought, imaging what stories you can share if that's true.

You sigh deeply and look at the door, wondering when your captor will return and fill you full of meat again. Your eyes widen as you see that when he slammed the door it did not properly close. There's a pale line of light where the door is not meeting its frame, and it looks like if you wanted to escape, the path is open to you.