Look around Amanda. Know that I am not lying.
Here's what happens if you lose.
When the timer in the back goes off, your mouth will be permanently ripped open.
Live or die, make your choice.
AHHHHHH! With a loud yell and gasp, Amanda awoke. She looked around for a minute to get her bearing and realized it was just a nightmare... or rather a pleasant dream perhaps. She got up off her brown and sagging mattress where she had been taking a quick nap. Amanda walked over to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. She took a few sips straight from the carton and set it back. Walking over to the only advanced part of her hellhole lower-class apartment she rubbed her eyes and got ready for the fun. It had been ten long years since her master had passed on, onto a better place. Ten years of continuing his dreams... to make humanity appreciate what it had. Ten years of bloodshed, screams and lessons. Of all her games only three had escaped. She was sick of it; sick of all the ungrateful assholes who took life for granted. So now she would play her final game, the game to end them all. John would be proud. Amanda looked at the array of high tech monitors and gadgets. All of them a "parting gift" from John. There were a total of six current active monitors. Each of them watching a soon to be awoken lucky "player" of the finale.
She smiled and thought about John for a while before the sedative that she had given each player began to wear off. He was more than a friend or a mentor. He was in a way, her only true love. John had given her redemption while in the middle of the worst part of her life. "A Reverse Bear Trap" he had called it, brilliant and twisted it was sitting on a display case above her bed. Once she had escaped, John has graciously taken her in, training her and caring for her. Teaching her his strict lessons and pulling the veil off the world and what it really was. Showing her that humans don't really know what they have until it is "dangled in front of them with a gun pointed at it" as he put it.
She remembered one of their most memorable conversations. "These games aren't fair" she had said to him one afternoon as they drank lemonade. He looked at her for a while before saying "Amanda, life isn't fair, humans aren't fair, and nothing really is or ever will be." He coughed a few times before continuing. "The thing to remember is that while everyone else is wasting their lives away watching football or having relationships, we are truly living." "We know the true value of life and what it means." "You see my girl, The point of life isn't to live, but to love living and you cannot do that until you know what living really means, and we show people that. Amanda was silent for a moment before replying. "But why can't they just learn on their own, why do we have to do this?" John was silent for a while and then finally said. "Because that is the way it is."
Amanda returned to the present and found she was crying. God, how she had loved that man. "Goddamn that fucking Matthews for what he did." She said aloud. She quickly wiped away the tears and looked back at monitor number 3. Her first victim was beginning to awake. "Finally" she thought. Amanda sat up straighter and focused on the screen. Let the games begin...