You weigh the options and decide to leave

Your mind weighs the alternative. On the one hand you want to get out and explore the house, giving yourself a chance at winning the bet. On the other, you admit to yourself that you're craving another session with that magnificent cock. Whoever the frat boy is, he certainly knows how to handle what he was given, and you give a little excited shudder at the memory of that monster meat stretching your pussy and fucking you brainless. You have no doubt that if you wait here for him, he'll return to give you another dose of cockmeat, and you almost lick your lips at the prospect.

On the other hand, if you leave he'll probably try and find you. You're pretty sure he likes the feel of you tight young cunt, and he's not likely to give up another chance to pound it without searching for you. The thought of him hunting you down, pouncing on you, and fucking your silly little brains out makes your tummy flutter with excitement.

Flipping a mental coin, you decide to enjoy the thrill of being hunted and chased. Giggling softly you stand up and go to the door, opening it slowly. The light outside is very dim, but far brighter than in your cell, and it allows you to see your shoes and your cell phone sitting on a bench beside the door. Grinning, you slip into your heels and take a quick picture of your cell, clearly showing the tattered mattress laying on the floor before turning away to try to find a way out.