Chapter 2!

This is going to be really good. Once they get smashed they'll be spilling their guts. Although it won't be too good if they can't play. God, I hope they can. It would be extremely boring if they can't. Ah, I will find out tonight. Hope there's a lot of booze and food.

I'm assuming it's close to nighttime because lots of men have been coming in and out. One lot was carrying a mini fridge. Others bought in a table, chairs, alcohol and food. There was a lot of beer. Beer I don't drink. Ah, well. Hopefully there will be other intoxications I can choose from. Ezrafe came in a while ago and hasn't said a word, just sat there. The door opens and he shows the first signs of alertness, and in come 10 guys. Shit, Ezrafe musta invited 'em all. They are all big and full of muscle. Ezrafe stands up and greets them. He then turns to me and shows moi a very devious wolf smile, it is at this point that I lose my nerve. Why the hell am I doing this. God I'm stupid.

Ezrafe saying; "Only waiting on two ore men." Interrupts my thoughts. "What's keepin' 'em?" He inquires of the men standing around him.

"There coming,, just finishing off the surveillance." One of them answers.

"Good." I hear the creak of the door opening and realize more than see that two men come in. He got all of 'em to come sheeit.

"Ready Shallow?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I've had all day to prepare for this." I reply with more courage than I'm feeling at this point in time.

"Excellent lets begin."

"I think we should introduce ourselves." I suggest without warning even for myself. "Mean you already know who I am. So it is only fair that I know who you are. It is also the custom in Poland to introduce yourself to your opponents." Ratify myself.

"Alright if you say it is your custom."

The others hesitate to introduce themselves but one sharp look from Ezrafe and they oblige. Well, Well looks like Ezrafe is the head honcho.

A tanned blond steps forward to introduce himself, and the first thing I think is that he should be on a beach. He speaks up which stops further thought, "My name is Shaman Claudi."

The next man to step forward has strawberry blond hair, which is curly; he is also lean and tall with a darker tan to Shamans. In a slow drawl he says, "Mine is Boneman which if self-explanatory." Which it was, he was particularly a sack of bones.

The next man looked as if he had a whole bottle of steroids a day. He wasn't tanned, more like no colour at all. He was in a suit and looked all business to me. Although the suit looked as if it might break at any moment. Hael was his name and although I'm pretty sure it was a nickname he deserved to have that name. He looked as if he came from hell.

"Hi my name is mastermind. I earned the name in high school when I would devise devious plans for people that were fool proof." A guy that with that name you would expect to look like a geek but doesn't. In truth doesn't look one bit like a geek. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that clung to a six-pack, cargo pants that were army green. He had sunny's on his head and was your perfect calendar boy and of course a tan to go with his good looks.

A guy called Hitman was next to introduce himself. He had two guns visible at his hip and assured me there were more he was more than willing to use if he had to. He was an all black kinda person. His pants were black, shirt black and a jacket that hung loosely around his awesome body and went to the floor. He was black himself resulting in a hair colour that was shock horror black.

Another one was called, Bowman. He was taller than the others, wiser and younger. He's hair was brown and thin; his eyes were so dark they looked black. He had a bit of muscle and a light tan. He was hot, a real head turner.

The seventh to step forward was an Asian named Swon Mein. He was a tad smaller than the rest; he had his hair cut short which gave him an air of nerdiness. He was one of the last two to arrive and he seemed fairly old.

A man named Octavius, was the eighth to bring forward his uniqueness. From the first time I laid eyes on him I knew he was mean and stupid. Not because he was big or had a shaven head with a tattoo on it or the mean little brown eyes he had but because of the look on his face.

The ninth was called, Corain; he was black and big with lots of muscle. He'd shaved all his hair off and looked good bald. He had a few tats over the body parts I could see.

The next one was covered in tattoos, and his name was Arsonist. Lots of muscle and he had dark brown hair with blue eyes.

The second last one was really dull to the others Ben was his name. How boring. There is absolutely nothing outstanding about him and he was one of the last ones to enter.

The last ones name was, Devante. He was big and strong. A light tan and brown to black hair with complementing gray-blue eyes. I could tell he could be a friend one minute and then a tormentor the next if need be. Now we are introduced let the games begin.

"Now we are all acquainted let the games begin." Ezrafe says as if in echo of my thoughts.

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I haven't had to strip once. Everyone else has had to strip once. They were all wuss and took off there shirts. It's not all bad though because all except Ben have excellent abs. Ben is such a bloody let down he ain't got nothin'. Bloody Mary this room ain't big enough for all this sexually aroused men. Just a few drinks and they get all showy. Soon my little cell isn't even going to exist. Not that it is much right now, there's a steel door to the outside world, a door leading off to a small bathroom; my bed; a chair and small table. Not much room even for that a lot less now with 13 more chairs and a bigger table as well as all the men.

Getting a bit tipsy now (they actually had other alchol then beer), but its been fun. Nearly all of us are down to underwear. Somewhere along the road we made a rule that once your naked you have to leave. The first one will be Ben he can't play for shit.

"Ben, gonna play this round, mate. Or ya just sittin' again. If ya ain't gonna do something ya might as well leave, bro." Devante explains clearly and precisely.

Ben folds his card and leaves.

"Such a sook. He was kidding around." Shaman calls. But is contradicted by arsonist.

"He was gonna be outta da game anyways, Shaman. He had to leave."

"Yeh Arsonist is right. He had to." Ezrafe states drunkenly. Immediately afterwards he falls off his chair to tremendous amounts of laughter.

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Devante is hot. extremely hot. It'd be so cool. Awesomely Cool. Although right now I am sitting on Hael's lap. He is really hard, like all over. He is real nice to me though. Gives me hints on how to win. A while ago another rule came in, if you won a round you put back on a piece of clothing. Despite the fact that all the men don't give a shit anymore it a whole shit load of fun.

"What's the time Ezrafe?" Boneman asks as Ezrafe has recovered from his trip to the floor.

"Ah," He replies looking at his wristwatch. "12 0'clock my friend."

"Awesome. We've been playing for six hours. Longest we've ever played."

Your right we should celebrate. We're movin' to the roof." Exclaims Corain in a fit of triumph. Everyone cheers at this including me. As Hael gets up he lifts me as well, while the others grab the table and chairs. Then we move off to the roof.