People Involved
Michael: An effeminate 18 year old Asian-American guy with long, wavy black hair with brown eyes. Many of his classmates had confused him to be a woman.
Eli: An 18 year old twink white guy with short blond hair and blue eyes. He is close friends with Micheal.
Jack: A 19 year white guy who is apart of the basketball team. He has fluffy short brown hair with brown eyes, and is overall a very liked guy around school. He is friends with Damien.
Damien: A 19 year old African-American dreadhead with brown eyes. He is a Jock apart of the football team and is well known across the school. He is friends with Jack
Luis: An 18 year old Latino with brown hair and green eyes. He has a bad reputation throughout school, is known for his bad behavior, and his clashes with Annie from time to time.
Annie: An 18 year old white guy with medium length brown hair (some parts are dyed purple) and brown eyes. He is friends with a lot of people at school, but is known to not like Luis.
This story does not follow a POV. You will see that the POV switches.
Jack's POV
My eyes fluttered open, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings. The flickering lights overhead pierced through the haze of confusion, illuminating the room I found myself in. Glancing around, I noticed that I wasn't alone. The others, still trapped in the realm between consciousness and wakefulness, began stirring as well.
End of POV
As Jack’s vision cleared, he looked at all of the people he seemed to be trapped with. Damien, with his fierce, determined gaze, struggled to escape the clutches of the unknown. Eli, his twink-like features painted with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity, searching for answers in the room's enigmatic ambiance. Michael, his air of ethereal beauty soothing the chaos within, looked almost too perfect to belong among the rest of fallen souls. Annie, embracing the sensual magic of androgyny, effortlessly embodying both masculinity and femininity. And then there was Luis, who materialized in the corner of the room, his magnetic energy paralleled by an air of mystery. Dark hair cascaded over his penetrating eyes, adding an air of intrigue to his enigmatic presence.
Questions tumbled through my mind once again. How did we all end up here? Was this some twisted game or a wicked dream manifesting itself before our very eyes? The room held its own secrets, the air crackling with an electric charge that hinted at darker intentions lingering just beneath the surface.
As consciousness settled in, a nervous energy spread through the room like wildfire. In anticipation of the inevitable, each of us pushed ourselves upright, lending strength to one another with our presence alone. Eyes locked, briefly acknowledging the shared experience, the silent question hung heavy in the air: Will they be allies or adversaries in whatever is being forced upon them?
Damien: GUYS! I have a card in my pocket!
Everybody in the rooms scrambles to their pockets. As Damien's trembling hand reaches into his pocket, he retrieves the card and brings it close, the words etched upon it unfolding before his gaze. "Seize control, let your dominant desires reign over Michael's submissive nature. Explore the depths of his pleasure under your command, and film to process." His eyes widen, a mix of confusion and intrigue dancing within them. A surge of uncertainty grips his core, testing the boundaries of his comfort. Damien's usually composed façade crumbles visibly, replaced with a flicker of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface.
Michael: What does it say?
Damien: Um… I’m not sure if I am comfortable sharing. What does your card say?
Michael's slender fingers glide over the fabric of their pocket, grasping the mysterious card and bringing it closer to their curious gaze. Their eyes widen as they read the command scrawled in elegant script: "Step into the submissive world, don the maid's attire, and surrender control as you serve. Embrace vulnerability and let pleasure find you." Confusion intertwines with trepidation, a delicate dance of nerves. Breathing shallowly, they ruminate on the discomfort that accompanies this suggestion. A cocktail of shock and uncertainty swirls within, pushing the limits of their boundaries.
Michael: I’m confused with what’s happening…
Damien: If you mind, may I see your card?
Michael gets up and walks over to Damien. He reads Michael’s card and confirms that all actions seem to be personalized towards each other.
As Damien reads Michael’s card, Eli's heart races as they delicately retrieve the card hidden within their pocket, the jagged edges a testament to its mysterious nature. Their eyes dart across the explicit command written upon it: "Unleash your desire to take control of Jack's pleasure with an intoxicating oral feast. Embrace the depths and revel in the sensations of giving." A quiver rolls down their spine, a mixture of nerves and excitement constructing a delicate balance. Doubts dance in their mind, fighting against the tantalizing allure of stepping foot upon this uncharted ground.
Eli: Hey, it seems like we should all look at our cards. The cards seem to say some weird things…
Like a hidden treasure, Jack retrieves the card from the depths of their pocket, unraveling the explicit command inscribed upon it. Their eyes widen with a mix of shock and intrigue at the words before them: "Cover Eli's beautiful canvas with your warm embrace, granting them a sensually overwhelming facial. Explore the desire that simmers between you." A pang of nervousness courses through their veins, igniting uncertainty that flits across their features, blending with desire.
As the irreverent game of fate unveils its next provocative command, Luis' fingers reluctantly pry open the edges of the card, his eyes scanning the words before him. A look of deep disgust twists his features, mixing with the disdain he holds for Annie. His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches as he reads the revolting instructions: "Embrace the volatile connection, engage in a hate-fueled encounter, bridging the line between disdain and explosive pleasure." The distaste radiates from his every pore, acknowledging his aversion to this unwanted connection. A storm brews inside him as he contemplates the impossible task he must embark upon. His revulsion only grows, stoking the flames of antagonism that dance between him and Annie.
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Annie, with an uneasy heart, gingerly retrieves the concealed card from their pocket, apprehensively unraveling the command etched in ink. A visible shudder races through their body as they take in the repulsing instructions that lie before them. A flicker of disdain sparks in their eyes as they read aloud the words that hang heavy in the air: "Unlock the power of seduction within you, bewitch Luis with your irresistible charm. Explore the complexities of desire through a passionate encounter." Their lip curls in disgust, an undeniable aversion seeping through their every pore, coupled with a deep-rooted animosity towards Luis. The fire of their contempt ignites, casting a shadow over the faint glimmer of curiosity that flickers within them.
The boys, driven by curiosity, disgust, and disbelief, begin to search the room. The room is a decent size, and it seems that it isn’t just a box. It leads to other rooms. As the boys tentatively explore the rooms. their eyes keenly surveying their surroundings, one of them stumbles upon a chilling discovery.
Luis: What the fuck! We’re being watched! What kind of twisted game is this?
Michael: I don’t know, but this shit is unnerving…
Amongst the enigmatic atmosphere, their gaze fixates upon a security camera discreetly perched on a nearby shelf. It watches them with an unblinking eye, an unsettling reminder that their every move is being observed, amplifying the tension and excitement that emanates from within.
Yet, a glimmer of hope alights in their hearts as they venture further, their eyes now drawn towards a door promising escape. A flutter of anticipation surges through their veins, only to be met by bitter disappointment as they realize it is stubbornly locked, an obstacle reminiscent of a tantalizing tease. The allure of freedom beckons from beyond, teasing them with its possibility, propelling their thinking toward daring strategies and discoveries yet to be unraveled.
And then, an unusual revelation sends a tremor coursing through them. Rooms devoid of doors manifest before their discerning eyes, an enigma wrapped in mystery. Within each room lies a solitary bed, a silent stage upon which forbidden desires may play out in shadowy secrecy. The absence of boundaries only frightens them, as they have absolutely no privacy from each other.
With the security camera recording their every move, the locked door teasing them with elusive freedom, and the doorless rooms with beds beckoning them. The boys are caught in a web of enthralling possibilities, where hidden desires intertwine with the enigmatic landscape of their current predicament.
Luis: Guys look, there is a drawer!
Everybody gathers around Luis as he opens the drawer. What they find inside seems to shock them all, with the atmosphere thickening around them. Inside, they find a maid dress that catches their eye (especially Michael’s), a camera meant for filming, handcuffs for a touch of restraint, lube for enhanced pleasure, tantalizing mouth gags, and other intriguing surprises.
Annie: What is all of this?
An awkward silence starts to happen as nobody wants to say what they think is going on. That was until Jack spoke up.
Jack: I think they may relate to our cards..
Everybody else starts to internally panic. Do they really have to do what their card instructed? Annie inspected the drawer even closer, and noticed that there is another compartment with even more cards with each others names on it.
As the boys continue their exploration, Annie's swift fingers navigate through the
Annie: "Look what I found... personalized cards for each of us."
Damien: "Let's see what they say..."
As the boys reach for their respective cards, adrenaline courses through their veins, their minds reeling with thoughts of what secrets might be unveiled. The weight of their previous discovery lingers, intensifying their nervous anticipation.
One by one, they begin to read the words inscribed upon their cards, triggering fleeting expressions of surprise, confusion, and nervousness.
Michael: Is it just me guys, or do these seem a little…
Eli: Invasive??
Michael: Yeah, you could say that…
Luis: Let’s just all agree to not say what’s on our cards. It seems to not be anything like the cards we got at first.
Annie: Should we share the cards we got at the beginning?
Luis: Of course not! Unless you want to share your. Use your brain.
Annie gives Luis a look of hatred. It is obvious that Annie didn’t appreciate his response. The group decides to split up to see if they can find anyway they could get out, but little did they know, the games have just begun.
