The warehouse

The engine of the car screamed in protest as I redlined it down the dilapidated industrial district’s main artery.

The world outside was a blur of cracked asphalt, rusted chain-link fences, and abandoned factories.

Every time I took a corner, the tires shrieked, and the three women crammed into the backseat—Michelle, Ulla, and Sophie—slammed into each other with pained, muffled yelps.

Gretchen, riding shotgun, gripped the door handle with white knuckles, her eyes wide and terrified.

I didn't give a single fuck about about their comfort right now.

I only cared about the timer on my phone.

00:04:12

00:04:11

"Almost there," I snarled, my voice raw. "Hold on to your cunts!"

I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right, ignoring a stop sign entirely. The car fishtailed violently, the rear end kicking out before the tires found their grip again.

Up ahead, looming like a rusted mausoleum against the gray afternoon sky, was the warehouse.

It was a massive, decaying structure of corrugated metal and broken skylights, surrounded by a perimeter of overgrown weeds and cracked concrete.

I slammed on the brakes. The ABS stuttered, tires smoking and screeching as Gretchen’s car skidded to a violent halt just feet away from a heavy, industrial steel door marked on the app's map.

I glanced at the phone.

00:03:04

"Out! Get the fuck out!" I roared, unbuckling my seatbelt and kicking my door open.

The women scrambled.

Gretchen practically fell out of the passenger side, her high heels scraping against the pavement.

In the back, Ulla, Sophie, and Michelle untangled their limbs in a chaotic frenzy of skirts, blouses, and terrified whimpers. Michelle looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Move your fucking asses!" I screamed, pointing toward the heavy steel door. "Run! Everybody inside the building! Fucking NOW!"

Their high submission scores kicked into overdrive. Conditioned obedience flooded their nervous systems.

Ulla and Sophie sprinted, their professional office attire clinging to their sweating bodies. Gretchen followed, stumbling over a piece of rebar, while Michelle sprinted right behind her.

I ran after them, my lungs burning, the gravel crunching under my shoes.

We reached the heavy steel door. Ulla grabbed the rusted handle and hauled it open with a **** grunt, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled of mold and stale iron.

"Inside! Go, go, go!" I barked, shoving Michelle through the threshold.

I turned around to follow them in, my hand already reaching for my phone to check the timer.

00:02:01

00:02:00

It… was still running?

But… This was the right place!

Wasn't entering this place enough? Did we need to go somewhere further?

I looked around. No signs. No clues. Just an abandoned warehouse.

Then it hit me.

One, two, three, four.

Gretchen. Ulla. Sophie. Michelle.

Fuck.

Motherfucker.

I froze, the blood draining from my face.

Janice.

She was still in the fucking trunk.

I looked down at the counter.

00:01:45

00:01:44

"God damn it!" I screamed, pivoting on my heel and sprinting back toward the idling car.

My legs felt like lead, the adrenaline pushing me past the point of exhaustion.

Every second that ticked by felt like a physical blow.

If I didn't get her inside, I failed.

If I failed, I lost everything.

I reached the back of the car and slammed my fist against the trunk release button. It didn't pop.

Shit.

The car had automatically locked when I threw it into park.

"FUCK!" I roared, running around to the driver's side.

I reached in, smashed the unlock button on the door panel, and sprinted back to the rear.

00:01:12

I yanked the trunk open.

Janice was curled up in a fetal position, wedged between the spare tire compartment and the back seats.

The violent, reckless drive had bruised her. There was a nasty red welt forming on her cheekbone, and her clothes were a mess. Her skirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, exposing her bare thighs and the thin, white fabric of her panties covering her cunt. The heavy leather collar had dragged against her neck as well, leaving red marks.

She looked up at me, her eyes burning with a mixture of dizzy disorientation and pure, unadulterated hatred.

"You sick motherfucker," she hissed, trying to push herself up.

I grunted. I didn't have time for her attitude. I didn't have time to let her crawl.

I reached in, grabbed her roughly by the leather collar and the fabric of her blouse, and yanked her backward.

Janice let out a choked gasp as the collar dug into her windpipe. I hauled her out of the trunk like a sack of garbage, her legs dragging over the bumper. She spilled out onto the concrete with a heavy thud, scraping her knees, her skirt still bunched up around her waist.

"Get up! Run!" I screamed, grabbing a handful of her hair and hauling her to her feet.

She tried swatting at my hand, but her +95 submission score betrayed her. Her body was already moving, compelled by the sheer **** of my command.

00:00:48

I shoved her forward, practically tackling her toward the warehouse entrance.

She stumbled, but she caught her balance and ran.

I was right behind her, my chest heaving, my eyes locked on the gaping dark maw of the steel door where Gretchen was holding it open, her face a mask of deep, terrified confusion.

00:00:25

"Faster, you dumb bitch, move!" I roared, slapping Janice hard on the ass to propel her forward.

We crossed the fifty yards in record time. Janice practically threw herself through the doorway, crashing into Michelle on the other side. I threw myself in right behind them, grabbing the heavy steel door and pulling it shut with all my strength.

The door slammed with a deafening, metallic *BOOM* that echoed through the cavernous space.

Total darkness enveloped us for a split second before the dim, flickering emergency lights overhead buzzed to life, casting sickly yellow shadows across the concrete floor.

I leaned against the door, gasping for air, my heart threatening to explode out of my ribcage.

My hands shook violently as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

00:00:03

00:00:02

...and then...

The screen just froze.

Next, the numbers just vanished.

For a terrifying, agonizing moment, the screen remained pitch black.

I stopped breathing.

The women around me were silent, save for Janice's heavy, ragged panting.

Then, the screen flashed a brilliant, neon green.

A new message popped up, accompanied by a soft, victorious chime that sounded absurdly cheerful in the damp, decaying warehouse.

YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT CHECKPOINT!

Congratulations, user! You have successfully delivered five subjects in time.

New Objective:

Leave your subjects on the ground floor. Proceed to the upper floor office immediately.

I let out a long, shaky breath, sliding down the door until I was sitting on the cold concrete.

A manic, hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat.

I had done it.

I kept my app.

I kept my power.

I kept my slaves.

…At least until I knew what the next part was about.

I looked up at the five women standing in the dim light.

They were a pathetic, ruined sight.

Gretchen, her whole body twitching with nervous panic; Ulla and Sophie, their office wear soaked in sweat; Michelle, trembling like a leaf; and Janice, her knees bruised, glaring at me with defeated, angry eyes.

They had been oddly quiet for a long while now.

Oh, right. That's what I had ordered them to do.

I considered retracting the order, but perhaps it was better this way. No pointless questions to answer.

"What. The fuck. Is. This?" Janice asked, barely able to contain her anger.

“You shut up as well,” I said, realizing she never received the order.

I watched as the words she was about to bludgeon me with just died in her throat.

Then I just sat there for a while, letting the sweet silence of the warehouse take over.

I needed this moment.

Then I remembered the app's phrasing: "Proceed to the upper floor office immediately".

Immediately.

I didn't have time for moments.

I stood up, dusting off my pants. I needed to move.

I looked at the five stunned women who desperately needed me to say something to make this make sense.

"You five are going to stay right here. I’ll… I’ll probably be back soon."

I turned away from them, leaving them in their deeply confused states.

My eyes scanned the gloom of the warehouse. A few dozen yards away, a rusted iron staircase led up to a catwalk that wrapped around the second level, ending at a glass-enclosed supervisor's office that hung suspended over the warehouse floor.

The only light on the second floor was spilling from the dirty windows of that office.

That was where I needed to go.

I started walking, my legs still tired after all that running, my footsteps echoing loudly in the massive space.

With every step toward the stairs, a new kind of tension began to coil in my gut.

What was I going to find up there?

Maybe... there would be people there?

Maybe even... whoever developed this whole app?

The twisted genius who had coded a piece of software capable of rewriting human free will?

Or was it some shadowy government agency that had been monitoring my usage?

Or... somebody about to execute me for misusing the app?

But, if that was the case… why the five? All they needed to do was get me, if this was entrapment.

I gripped the rusted handrail of the staircase and began to climb.

I always avoided looking the gift horse in the mouth, accepting the app as a gift from the Gods.

I had a feeling I was walking inside that horse’s jaws right now.

I tried to mentally prepare myself.

Whoever or whatever it was, I needed to play it cool.

One thing was for sure. I was dealing with people who knew everything I had done last month.

Everything.

Every single degrading, horrible, perverted thing.

And maybe, just maybe... I had crossed a line at some point?

...

Should I say that I did all of this as a sociological test?

To find out how much a human mind can take before breaking?

No, stop. They're not dumbasses. They're literal geniuses.

At this point...

I could only pray for the best.

I reached the catwalk. I was shaking now.

The floor consisted of metal grating that gave me a dizzying view of my five slaves far below. They were still staring up at me, unable to speak or move because of my standing orders.

I walked toward the office. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of harsh fluorescent light spilling out onto the walkway.

I carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The office was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the warehouse. There was a large mahogany desk in the center, a couple of leather chairs, and a bank of old security monitors on the desk.

And then... There was someone sitting on one of the chairs.

A woman.

Suddenly, she spun her chair towards me.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. She had sharp, aristocratic features, porcelain skin, and short, razor-cut black pixie cut that framed her face perfectly.

She was wearing a worn, perfectly fitted black leather jacket over a tight, low-cut tank top, and faded denim jeans that hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin, finishing off the look with a pair of scuffed combat boots that gave her an aura of dangerous, effortless authority.

She was just sitting there, staring at me with a mixture of intense curiosity and… amusement?

She crossed her legs. Slowly.

My brain scrambled to process the situation.

We stared at each other in thick, heavy silence for several long seconds.

"So," I finally spoke, my voice sounding rougher than I intended.

I stepped fully into the room, letting the door click shut behind me.

"Do you work for them? Or… Are you possibly… a developer?"

The beautiful woman with the short black hair blinked. Then, a slow, dark smirk spread across her perfectly painted lips.

She let out a dry, echoing laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

"A developer?" she repeated, her voice smooth, dripping with dark amusement, her piercing eyes never leaving mine. "Darling, I was just about to ask you the same exact thing."

Before I could process her words… a sharp burst of static shattered the quiet of the office.

*KRZZZZT.*

It came from a PA speaker mounted in the corner of the ceiling, a speaker I hadn't even noticed.

*KRZZZZT.*

The static cleared.

"Welcome, users," a deep, booming voice boomed from the speaker, the sound vibrating in my teeth. "Welcome to the duel."

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