The doors open and I walk into Calypso's office. He's sitting at his desk at the end of the room, looking over a file of one of my competitors that didn't make it. He sees me approach and sets the file down. I notice he was reading Kingsley's file, the file of my one ally.
"Ah, Ashlynn. Please sit down." I sit across from his desk and he begins to speak. "You have won this year's Twisted Metal competition through resourcefulness and betrayal." He motions toward Kingsley's file and says, "You even let your own ally die because you felt he slowed you down. But most of all," he leans forward and adds in a stern voice, "you won through cowardice. You did no fighting yourself. You used the arena hazards and Kingsley as your ammunition. I see now why you named your car 'Cricket' and why jumping and disabling was your choice of attack. You never fought for yourself. You dodged attacks and evaded traps." He leans back in his chair and just adds, "You don't deserve your wish. You didn't earn it. What do you have to say, Ashlynn?"
I sit there in dumbfounded silence. I had rehearsed my wish a thousand times over because I expected him to only ask me about that. I wasn't prepared for this. If he disapproves of my answer, will I not get my wish?
"Well, Ashlynn?" Calypso asks in minor annoyance. I open my mouth to speak then close it again, not knowing what to say.
Calypso sighs, "It doesn't matter. The competition is over and you're the sole survivor. I'm forced to hold up my end of the contract. What is your wish?" Because of the previous question he asked me, I'm rather unsure whether or not I should ask for it. "Look, Ashlynn. If your wish is to just sit there and waste my time, you can do it for only another minute. But if not, you're going to need to tell me."
"I want to have sex with you!" I yell, then I slap my hand over my mouth and look down embarrassed as ever. I can't look at him now. What were you thinking?! Dammit, Ashlynn! You moron! You rehearsed this! You were going to play it cool and say it like it's just a normal wish. Idiot! Dammit! Stupid! Fuck!
"Oh, Ashlynn," Calypso says calmly. "That is your wish?" Without looking up or speaking, I just nod. "You don't want power or money? A mansion or a vacation?" He states. "Not even what you told Kingsley you wanted? You know, for this competition to end?"
I look up and just say, "no." I meet his gaze and he just smiles a sinister smile that sends an uneasy chill down my spine. "Your wish is granted."