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Apple shooter

Scarlett POV

I remained silent as they took off my jacket, leaving me in only a brown singlet. I was grateful that my brown singlet was thick with furs, but it's sleeveless. I didn't know if I went unconscious for a minute while standing, but when I fluttered my eyes open, I felt cold air brush past, and my hands were outstretched.

That wasn't what made me scared; they were about to play an apple shooter game with me.

There was an apple on my head, and two were placed on my outstretched hands. I stared at all the men in confusion, but they were all staring back at me. Was this my punishment? Wasn't this a risky game? I love watching games like this, but I've never wished to be a participant. So, what was happening here? How could I be the one carrying the apples? Is this how I'll lose my life? I didn't want to die in this mansion; I would prefer dying outside here.

"Those of you that want me to keep this lady should shoot off the apple from her head, while those of you who don't want
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