Page 18 of Thrill of the Hunt

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 watchesas 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 detonatelast. 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 dieunlessthey 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. Theywere 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’reallmissing 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’vebeendoing 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 youmust.”

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.

Ican’t fucking focus. The effects of the drug are in full swing as I try to calm myself.

One second, I’m positioning myself to be fucked from behind, and the next there’s an explosion, blowing two people’s heads clean off their bodies. Two more not long after. No one was safe from the blood and debris that were sent flying across the room. I’m pretty sure there is brain stuck in my hair, but I don’t have time to think too hard about it right now. Each of the freshly deceased initiates and their partners are immediately cleaned up and removed from the room by the men dressed in black. Small remnants of flesh and meat are all that remain.

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