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“Hello, Ten,” Ivan’s familiar voice sounds over an invisible speaker. I wonder where they’re hidden. “Get my note?”
I have to swallow my pride before I answer. “Yes, master.”
“Good,” he breathes. “I look forward to seeing that beautiful body of yours again.”
“Thank you, master,” I reply for good measure. This is not a time for mistakes.
“Are you familiar with the game we’re playing today?”
“Two truths and a lie?” I can’t help but raise an eyebrow in obvious question. I almost add,The title is self-explanatory, but I hold my tongue. “Yes, master.”
“This version is a little bit different than the one you’re most likely accustomed to. This is how it’s going to work. I will read off the two truths and the lie I have been provided, and you will tell me which one is a lie. If you fail to do so, you are given a strike, and must remove an item of clothing. Since you’re only wearing two items of clothing, you only have three strikes before you will be disqualified. Does that make sense, Ten?”
This is a weird version of the game,I think.How hard do they expect it to be for me to pick out the lie about my own life?
“Yes, master,” I answer out loud.
“Then let’s begin. Tell me which one is the lie. Carrick Conrad recruited you with the intent to win your money for himself.”
What?
“You have a juvenile criminal record for robbery.”
I clench my jaw.Why do they have this information?
“Your father made the most wanted list.”
My heart sinks. I’m too busy processing the private information that has just been regurgitated back at me that I can hardly process how this game is intended to work. Sweat breaks out on my brow, and I realize its warmer here than in the rest of the manor, the heat only adding to my discomfort in trying to determine what is meant to be the lie. It feels like an interrogation, and I’m in no place to ask questions for fear I will be jeopardizing my spot in the games.
So, I swallow my fear, my pride, and give the best answer I can think of.
“Number one is the lie.”
“Are you sure?” Ivan replies quickly.
“Yes,” I breathe, realizing I forgot to add “master”, but it seems I’m being spared this instance.
Ivan says, “Incorrect. Number two is the lie. You have a juvenile record for theft.”
What kind of trick game is this?!
I begin to panic, but take a deep breath to calm my racing heart and take the loss. I’ll get the next one. For now, I have to brush over the fact that the statement about Carrick is apparently true. I can’t make sense of it right now.
“Strike one, Ten. Now take off your shirt.”
Moving my fingers to the top button, I undo them one by one, keeping my eyes locked on the mirror, on Ivan, but really, onme.
These games are sicker than I thought, I think as I see the terror in my wide eyes. They have information about my father, which means they have information about so much more.
Removing my shirt, I drop it onto the floor beside, my tits on full display for Ivan.
“Next lie,” he begins, making no remark on my nudity. “You have slept with Carrick in exchange for money.”
Truth.
“Your mother died in a car accident.”
I nearly correct him, but keep my head in the game. That’s the lie. She left my dad and I when I was fourteen.
