- HAZEL - I step into the Uber, sitting down and making myself comfortable in the back seat. Killian is with me, standing outside, while leaning on the car's back seat door. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you? Would be a pleasure to do so." Killian requests for the hundredth time tonig
- HAZEL - "Thank you." I say to the Uber driver once I step out of his car. I want to tell him not to go back to Killian but I'm not the one who booked the ride and Killian will be furious. My lips form a line and I wave gently. "Have a nice drive back." I say, looking inside the car through th
"Hazel Summers." I say my name and look at my invitation card. I can't sight a code. I turn the card around. There are four numbers behind. "14243." I murmur, crossing my fingers. "Come in! Follow the glow." The lady says and I hear a ding as it disconnects. That's not the only weird thing to hap
- KILLIAN - "Connect me to her, Natalie." I say over the screen. It's a video call. I can see her surroundings through the screen as well as what she's doing. She's typing something on the keyboards of a series of monitors. Natalie is a professional hacker. I learnt every trick from her and she
- HAZEL - I'm drunk. Ridiculously drunk yet I still have some sense of my environment and what the fuck I'm doing, which is a good thing. This party rocks! I still don't understand why outside this building looked gloomy and desolate but this part of the mansion is buzzing with energy and life.
"I'm in." Carol chips in. Well isn't she a darling? I requested this game just to find out the truths about her without coming off as weird. Plus, I wonder if her looks are the only sexy thing about her or if she's done a lot of nasty stuff. My teenage mind is overly intrigued. "Why, thank you. A
- HAZEL - If I didn't know any better, I would've said I saw Carol's eyes gleam with disturbing delight. Like she was satisfied by my pain. I want to say something but the sting worsens. I stifle a groan, trying to make the pain not so obvious. "How many bottles did you take?" "I don't know
Carol hushes me politely. "Have a seat. I'll make the mix right now." She says, supporting my body on the closed toilet seat. I sit there and wait for her. She's still here. I can hear running water but don't know where it's running from. My mouth widens as I mutter a silent cry. A body makes its