Chapter 11

H and on my cock, I stroke as I watch Isabelle fall to her knees. She's quite the specimen, bold and dramatic, but so fucking smart. There are ten other people down below, all fucking each other in various positions and intensities, but every Elder spectating this event has their eyes glued to my girl and the man she's about to suck off.

I hadn't expected her to leave the path the announcer put her on. He told her to mix her paint with someone else to create a new color, a visionary masterpiece, but instead she's down there fucking around with a man doused in the same color as herself.

She knows what she's doing.

Every chance she gets, she's looking up here, searching for a reaction I'm not going to give her. I've set my reputation as emotionless. A cold-hearted killer. She won't get the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart while she believes she's fucking up the game.

She isn't. She just doesn't know it yet, but it's coming.

Their watches are set to alarm any minute now, and then the countdown begins. Very few people ever make it out of this room alive, but that's why I chose it as her second trial. The third is simple and an easy homerun if she completes this one.

Isabelle's lips part as she takes him in one hand, raising his cock while she flattens her tongue on the underside of it. She moves in slow, fluid motions while tasting the entire length of him. He's watching her, whispering words of encouragement to keep her confidence boosted.

His cock disappears down her throat, and she takes him to the hilt. My hips jolt as I stroke faster, imagining it's her mouth on my cock instead of my hand. She's taking him so well, like the good little slut she is. It was so easy for her to spread her legs for him, letting him taste her sweet juices before he fucks her face. If I had any less self-control, I'd be down there in an instant, joining them and plunging my cock into her tight pussy while I watch her swallow him. Perhaps someday, in another place, when her life isn't dependent on whether or not she figures out what her task is.

The man grabs the back of her head, then thrusts himself to the back of her throat. His groan echoes through the entire room, rising above the music and moans of everyone else. I'm so close to coming, so fucking close to exploding all over this balcony.

I drop my cock, denying myself the release I'm suddenly desperate for.

She's earning my cock, I remind myself.

Alarms begin sounding throughout the room. Each of the initiates and their new partners stop, looking at the watches as they produce a deafening siren. The watches are all set to a predetermined amount of time on their countdowns. Each initiate was randomly selected for their time, and Isabelle got lucky. Her collar will detonate last . Of course, she'll have the terrifying experience of watching her peers' heads explode clean off their bodies when they don't figure out their task, but she's smart. She can do it. I know she can.

Six minutes.

Every minute for the next six minutes someone will die unless they complete their task. Each elder has their initiate's collar controller in hand along with a timer of their own. When the time is up for their initiate, they must hit that big, red button at the top. If the initiate completes their task prior to running out of time, their Elder will hit a green button at the bottom, releasing the collar from their neck.

My cock gets harder as the seconds tick by, fueled by the excitement of watching Isabelle's brain unravel at what's happening and by the amount of bloodshed I'm about to witness.

Time ticks by, and none of the initiates have figured it out. Most of them forgot all about the alarm once it stopped, going back to fucking each other's brains out, Isabelle included.

She's standing up now, giving her partner the sexiest look I've ever seen. I already know her pussy is soaking wet, tight and begging to be fucked. He spins her around, making her bend over the table as he spreads her legs wide, taking up position behind her thick ass. His cock pokes at her entrance, sliding through her slick juices before he pushes himself inside of her. Isabelle moans, completely lost in the ecstasy pill I gave her.

From here, I can see the watch on her wrist is flashing purple across the screen. Each of the initiates has a watch that is currently flashing a color picked for them by their Elder. They were coated in one color, and their task is to create the color flashing on their watches.

Of course, it couldn't be as simple as fucking each other.

They're all missing the one color they need to survive.

Red.

Time is up for the first initiate, but she's too consumed by the dick shoved up her ass to notice the alarm going off again. I hear her Elder sigh a few seats down, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him raise the controller to her collar.

An explosion booms across the room, sending blood and flesh in every direction. Her partner's collar detonates along with hers, set to the same controls. Screams rip through the air, and there's a stampede toward the doors.

My cock twitches, aching for release.

The herd makes it to the doors, and their frantic screams become music to my ears when they realize the doors are locked. Isabelle is toward the front, immediately turning to face me when she realizes they've all missed something.

Raising my arm, I point to my watch.

The announcer reenters the balcony, picking up the microphone to the intercom to calm the initiates and their partners.

He's smiling as he speaks to them. "You've all put on a marvelous show thus far, but how far will you go to leave this room? Go back with your partners, and figure out what you need to do."

One of the initiates below yells out for everyone to hear, "We've been doing what you told us to do. What more do you want?"

The announcer gives him a fake smile, then raises the microphone to his lips, shrugging as he says, "Mix the colors. Do what you must."

The confusion is apparent. They're all chattering and whispering amongst each other, looking to one another for answers.

Throwing them one final hint, he concludes the announcement before leaving the balcony. "Do what you must. "

Another minute has gone by. Two more collars sound the alarm, blowing heads clean off. Everyone around them ducks to the ground, shielding themselves as meat and bone spray them.

Isabelle takes her partner's hand, pulling him back to the table they've been playing at. Each of the unsuspecting party guests are too doped up to know what's happening, and they're not going to feel a thing when their collars go off.

She looks up at me one last time, and I point to my watch. Time is running out.

Come on, my sweet gazelle. You can do this.

Four minutes.