Chapter Forty-Nine: Tonight

"Bu-but I've lost."

Participant One defended as if he took Christopher’s words seriously.

"You touched what is mine."

The answer came back coldly.

The blindfold covering my eyes feels like a burden. I want to see the expression on Christopher’s face. No, I want to see the expression on everyone’s face.

I can still feel the echoes of Participant One’s fingers on my nipples. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"Hey, this thing has consent written all over it; she consented. So why are you threatening me?"

The man asks, his desperate voice bordering on whiney.

"I didn't consent to you touching my wife."

"Yes, you did, Taz-"

"Ah yes, mentioning another dead man."

Christopher says in a light tone; one could almost think he is joking. Almost.

"Bu-"

"Next Participant."

The announcer announced, perhaps bored with the back and forth.

"I'm out."

"Wait, but..."

The familiar voice of Participant One hesitates, perhaps hating that a participant backed down instead of doubling down like him.