Page 49 of The Torment Games


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As I move forward, following the drag marks, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The jungle feels oppressive, the air thick with tension and unspoken threats.

Every step I take is calculated, every movement deliberate. I’m venturing into the unknown, following a trail that could lead to salvation… or doom.

But I have to keep going. The gemstone is out there, somewhere in this tangled maze, and I need to find it. Not just for my own sake, but for Zoey’s.

We’re in this together, and I won’t let her down. I won’t let this game defeat us.

So, with determination in my heart and caution in my step, I follow the trail, ready to face whatever lies at its end.

Zoey

Dumped unceremoniously on the ground, I watch as the male takes a moment to recover. His body glistens with sweat, mirroring my own state of exhaustion.

His form undulates, shifting from the monstrous version created by the Malquarans’ poisonous gas to the lean, natural physique of his native species.

His scaly arms are replaced with writhing tentacles and his face morphs into an ugly caricature of an orc. The Malquarans did him a favor — he looked much better with their poisoned form!

We are far from the power station now, at the very edge of this floating platform. Below us, the vast expanse of the universe stretches out, a dizzying, endless void interspersed with other floating platforms with their own nightmares taking place.

I briefly entertain a morbid thought — if I were to fall over the edge, would I die? Or would I simply fall eternally into the abyss?

Alone with this alien beast, there’s no question in my mind about his intentions. I glance toward him, prepared to shuffle away and hurl myself into the depths of space if necessary.

But he doesn’t advance towards me. Instead, he sits down and begins to sharpen his blade with a whetstone. The sound of the grinding metal is rhythmic, almost hypnotic, as he hones the edge with long, deliberate strokes.

Despite his apparent focus on the blade, I know he’s watching me. His eyes are like those of a predator, missing nothing, observing every slight movement I make.

The weight of his gaze is oppressive and constant. He’s waiting for something — but what?

Is it M’ijel he’s anticipating? Or simply biding his time before Claiming me as his Prize?

I realize that I need to find a way out of this situation, to escape his clutches before it’s too late. But how?

The options seem limited, the situation almost hopeless. Yet, I refuse to give in to despair. Therehasto be a way out, some means of escape from this male and the twisted Game we’re ensnared in.

My mind races, considering and discarding options. Each idea feels more desperate than the last.And hopeless.

The male’s presence is a constant threat, his attention on me unyielding. But I won’t allow fear to paralyze me. I need to be smart, to be cunning.

I watch him carefully, studying his movements, looking for any opportunity to exploit. Escape won’t be easy, but it’s not impossible.

There’salwaysa way out. But what is it? How can I turn this situation to my advantage?

The question hangs in the air, unanswered but not unanswerable. I won’t give up. I can’t.

M’ijel is out there, and I have to believe he’s looking for me. Together or apart, we have to outwit this alien and the Malquarans.

There’s always a way out… but how?How?

M’ijel

The gouged line in the soil is erratic, a haphazard trail left by someone or something uncertain of their destination. I follow it cautiously, acutely aware of the dangers that lurk in this jungle.

Though I know the other male contestants are now dead, the remaining one, the one who wields the power of the gemstones, is still a threat. He could be anywhere, ready to spring a trap at any moment.

His obsession with collecting all the gemstones is clear, but the fact that he hasn’t yet claimed the golden gemstone gives me a sliver of hope. If he knew where it was, he would undoubtedly already possess it.

That leaves the task to me. Finding that gemstone is vital. With it, I would have two gemstones to his three. The odds are still against me, but with the addition of the gemstone, the scales might tip slightly more in my favor.

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