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Ididtrust him.
“Take a seat,” he says gesturing to the chair across from him.
Pulling it out, the wooden legs grating against the stone floor, I sit down across from him and rest my hands in my lap. The room is so silent my ears ring. Taking a moment to glance around, I find a mirror behind me like the one in the gamerooms, but bigger and with no ornate frame around it. This room is more like an interrogation room.
Was that what this was? An interrogation?
Laurence stands slowly and places himself behind the machine. He looks hesitant to touch it. “Today, I will be asking you a series of questions,” he starts. “It’s much like the first game, except this time…” He pauses for a moment, having to compose himself, from what, I couldn’t tell, but it was clear he was upset. “This time you will be hooked up to a lie detector.”
My stomach does a somersault.
“And if it senses a lie,” Laurence slowly picks up two of the chords, and at the end are two square shaped pads, “you will receive a shock.” He meets my eyes. “Do you consent to this game, Ten?”
The muscles in his jaw clench, but he remains unreadable. The idea of the shock entices me. I’m never one to cower from a challenge, and it’s a sensation I’ve experienced before in a pleasurable setting. It’s the lies I’m concerned about. If it’s anything like the first game, the very game that almost got me eliminated, I was in for more than just a challenge, but a risk on my own fate.
“Yes, I consent.”
Laurence nods slowly and stretches the wires over to me. “They are going to be attached somewhere sensitive. Will you please remove your clothes.”
There goes my modesty, I joke inside my head, but to Laurence I say, “Lucky me, the clothes come off before the lies.”
Laurence half-scoffs, half-laughs at the reference to the first game. “The punishment will be less enjoyable for you this time.”
“I beg to differ. I’ve enjoyed some electric shock in my day,” I admit as I remove my shirt and then my jeans, bringing me down to my bra and panties, nothing special. Not like the lingerie Laurence has given me for past games.
He looks at me with surprise, probably not expecting my crudeness. It’s not the punishment I’m worried about in this game, even though he appears to be. Was it because he didn’t write it and doesn’t know what’s waiting for us? This was much better than when I was imagining the guard hauling me off to the processing center.
“And how did it feel?” Laurence asks me, eyes alight with curiosity as he peels the paper off the sticker pads.
I meet his eyes. “It made me come.”
His fingers pause in their task of preparing the pads. “Then the punishment for lying will be fun for you today,” he says in a devious tone. If I’m not mistaken, the prospect of me coming to electric shocks excites him.
Laurence pulls out my chair with me in it, turning me toward him so that he is standing between my legs, looking down at me. “Ladies choice,” he spins the pads in a circle in the air.
Gathering my hair in my hands, I twist and brush it back from my shoulder, tossing it down my back. Tracing a finger across my collar bone, I looked up at Laurence from beneath my lashes and dragged my touch down to my nipple. Slowly, he reaches out, and peels my bra down to expose my tit. He gives my nipple a quick caress before sticking one of the pads to it.
“Where else, sweetheart?”
Tracing my fingers downward next, I trail them over my sternum, over my abdomen, spreading my legs wide so that I can point to either side of my inner thighs, just at the edge of my pussy.
Laurence lowers himself until he’s between my legs, where he methodically places the pads. When he’s done, he rests his hands atop my thighs, sliding them upward in a moment of heated passion as he looks at me, visceral desire burning in his eyes. Leaning in, he kisses my neck, and runs his fingers over my panties. I can already feel myself getting wet.
“I’m glad electric shock gets you off,” he says in a low voice, but if there’s an audience behind that glass today, they would still be able to hear him. When his mouth moves to my ear, he bites down on my lobe, and says, quietly this time, his tone a warning, “because you’re going to have to liea lottoday.”
Pulling away, Laurence pushes my chair back in at the table and returns to his position across from me as the game, and our show, begins.
Chapter Nineteen: Laurence
The Interrogation
I’m trapped. Suspicion is my cage. The Gamemakers, and Terrence, are doubtful of my obligation to them. Eve is trapped with me. She’s the bystander forced to attempt to pry me from the trap, but I see little ability forherto escape, either. They’re coming in from all sides, and if she doesn’t leave soon, she’ll be trapped in their clutches forever.
I will not allow that to happen.
Looking over the tablet I was handed that’s hooked up to the polygraph, I read the questions to myself, already feeling my stomach twist with disgust. Each question will be marked with red if she lies, and the audience—each one of them I’d be willing to strangle for putting Blue in this position—can watch every question’s response on the screen in the room behind the glass.
This room was set up just for her. No other players will be playing this game except for us.
