" Wake up baby boy."
George awoke to the room around him. Tools laid flat across a table to his right, a brown haired woman stood before him. She wore an elegant red v-neck dress down to her thighs, slightly tinged with blood at the bottom, and a black metal necklace with some foreign symbol on it. She walked back and forth until his vision became clear, and stood still.
" You awake, son?" She said, in a soft, pretty voice.
" Why am I in here again? What the fuck?" He yelled, blood dripping from his knees. She touched him gently on the thigh. Her face was beautiful, she had two silvery-blue dots for eyes, which glared his reflection.
" You left, …and survived of course," She chuckled, " but you didn't tell noone." She brought a sexy slim painted finger to her mouth. " You showed, let's say, some courage. I have never seen anyone walk off like that, killing two people, blood splattered like a basted turkey. Well,well."
" Fuck you! Fuck. Fu- Fuck you!" he said, stumbling upon his words. He tried lifting himself, but noticed he was handcuffed upon a beaten steel chair. He screamed and cursed, shaking the chair. The girl brought a hand across his face, knocking him silent.
" I'll be a bitch if I want to sometimes, but you have to cooperate, and listen." Her harsh tone startled him, " I won't put you in another trap, because I like you. I need someone like you around here. Someone who likes the death, and the blood." She grabbed a rectangular object off the desk.
" See this? It's a remote, for that object in your stomach. It's an explosive. I know I said I wouldn't put you in a trap but until I trust you and if you don't attack me, It's staying in. Just the flick of a button, and…boom." She blew her bubble gum breath in his face, swaying her hands in the shape of an atomic mushroom.
" What the hell is this shit? Some fucking play? What do you want me to do." He whispered. She walked over to the table and opened some sort of folder and pulled out a jumble of papers.
" See this," She threw the papers in front of him, " These are plans. Your going to help me. We are going to get the people, and show them the meaning of life. You know the game. In fact you know the shit. You saw Kramer when you were young, on the television."
" Everyone did." George exclaimed.
" Than let's go to work."