I woke up in a room, light was very dim. The bed was rather comfy and there were bars around the bed... wait bars? I blinked a few times and saw that I was in a cage in a very dark stoned room. It smelled of dead bodies... or something that was very foul... but all I know was that I was in a cell. The room was very cold I could see my breath from the dimmed light.
I began to hyperventilate, the room gave an eery sensation that I was being watched. Where ever I was, I knew this was no game... if it was then I knew this would be no ordinary survival game. I tried opening the cage door which opened noisily, my heart began to beat fast I could hear it from my ears. I took the only torch, named Torchy on it, in the room and and began following down the very dark hallway alone. Th eery air still there, having the feeling eyes were watching me. Would I ever get out alive and see Marzia again? Who ever was this sick person was, he will regret for messing with the wrong gamer.
I continued my journey down the dark hallway and stopped in front of the door. I knew once I entered through there was no turning back, the game would begin. I looked behind me one last time deciding one last time if I should stay and die. Like most games I played I knew I would probably die, I had to take my chances though.
I opened the door slowly and looked into the room I was entering. There was a dark green carpet going down the hall, old paintings hung and dusty from years of not being clean, and the walls were wooden paneling. A mansion? Probably, but would a mansion have a cell? So many questions that weren't answered.
I continued down the hallway until lights magically lit up on there own. As if they were meant to do that when I came in, or someone expected me to come through here. I changed my mind, I ran down the hall to go back but when I opened up the door it turned into a broom closet, my heart began to race and slumped down the wall. I was trapped. I was dead.
"Oh PewdiePie," I heard a voice echo in the room. "You can't leave this game. You only just begun." The voice very smooth sounding, his voice told me he was no man to mess with. "As all humans must do, you have to survive. And survive you will until I say otherwise." A shadow figure popped up in front of me and continued, "You will play my sick game until I think I'm done using you."
"Is there a winner?" I asked. But he disappeared chuckling, leaving me alone in the cruel hell that he created.