"FUCK!"
It certainly didn't help that, while she could see well enough on the screen what was going on between the two of them, the quality of the feed was too shitty to catch everything that went on, so even had she been in the right state of mind to be properly focused, there was no telling where she had left the key or if there was even a half of a chance it might still be in the bathtub….or if it had ended up plummeting down the drain, in Adam's thrashing, as she had feared.
For her own state of mind, and for the sake of getting her through watching over this inevitably ill fated game, she had to assume it was the latter.
"Of COURSE it did, how could it NOT have?!"
She shook her head to herself, as if that might shake these thoughts off.
"My God, listen to yourself! Pull yourself together!" She tried to insist to herself.
She buried her face in her hands, as the two men continued to try and piece together what the hell was going on, on the screen in front of her.
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By the time she managed to circle her focus better, back onto what was happening onscreen, Adam was already fumbling with the black plastic bag he'd found in the top of the toilet, and she tried to set more of her focus on that and the fact that he'd, admittedly, found that sooner than she'd anticipated and on the possibility that he might actually have a shot at getting out of here, and as far from the knowledge of how absolutely and completely screwed from the get-go Adam actually was as she could possibly keep her mind while still keeping her head enough in the game to make sure everything was going according to plan.
As the following hours went on to progress, all….that she could see, anyway, seemed to only be going progressively more smoothly…...well, except, to her opinion anyway, for the instances that Adam would say something that would remind her that perhaps it wasn't exactly that terrible of an idea for them to be chained closely on opposite ends of the room from each other…...aside from what she would have to watch Adam put himself through to get out of said chain anyway...
Lawrence surely would've killed Adam right then, in any one of those moments, otherwise.
Ahead of schedule, as John would've seen it.
She tried not to think too much on that part of it though, and tried harder to redirect her attention to the very part of Adam that had caught her so fondly, in that first face to face meeting in the staircase.
—
"..What else aren't you telling me?" Lawrence had asked Adam.
"..Well, um. Let's see." Adam scoffed, the sarcasm evident in his tone. "...on my sixth birthday, my best friend at the time, Scott Tibbs, stabbed me with a rusty nail. I didn't tell you about that. I didn't tell you that my last girlfriend who was a feminist, vegan, punk broke up with me cause she thought I was too angry…." Heavy emphasis was put on the "I".
"Uh, I haven't told you that one of my toenails is slightly- " He looked down, but jumped at Lawrence's shouting.
"JUST STOP IT!"
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She even managed to catch herself off guard, with the giggle she let slip at the remark.
—
As the moment faded and she continued to watch over the two, she let out a heavy sigh.
Why did HE, of all people, have to be the one behind that camera.
Why did HE have to be the one cursed with the misfortune of getting involved with Dr. Lawrence Gordon?
As she'd had it explained to her, Adam, for the most part, really had no other reason to be involved with this test.
And as she understood it, Lawrence had been the one who'd done the most wrong by John.
That wasn't to say Adam was completely innocent, of course. Not in John's eyes, anyways…..yet another thing that she and him seemed to differ on.
Even with her obvious newfound emotional attachment aside, she'd found it it difficult to bite her tongue when John had originally come to her about him, labeling him a voyeur, just because his way of putting food on the table of that shitty apartment was to take payment to lurk in the shadows and snap photos of his subjects from afar.
If you asked her, perhaps these subjects of his shouldn't have been cheating on their wives in the first place, if they had anything to say on how they were caught.
She digressed, though.
John always had his reasons and, the way she saw it, who was she to question his word, after all he'd done for her up to this point?
The bottom line of it all, and the most important aspect to her, was that Lawrence Gordon was the main focus of this game.
Most important because, despite how screwed she knew Adam was, perhaps it meant that he still had at least a smidge of a chance at regaining somewhat of an advantage over Lawrence.
….or maybe, that was just what she had convinced herself of, to get through all of this.
She brought her hands up over her face again, sighing as she snapped herself back out of her train of thought and brought her attention back to the monitor, just as Lawrence was at Adam's throat again. This time, over his discovery of Adam's involvement with him.
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"...You know what, Adam? You're not a victim of this game. You're a part of it!" She watched Lawrence accuse.
Oh, how she wished that were true.
"Obviously this cop thinks you're the one behind it all." Adam retorted.
"I told you, he's not a cop! He's a BOTTOM FEEDER, just like you!" Lawrence spat back at him.
"What are you more pissed off about? The fact that I took some shots of you? Or the fact that I took some shots of you while you were cheating on your wife?"
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Oooh, shit….
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"I DID NOT CHEAT ON HER!"
Even she jumped at that outburst.
"What do you care what I think anyway? I dont give a crap if you covered yourself in peanut butter and had a fifteen hooker gang bang!"
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It was the snort that erupted from the laugh that cracked out of her that made her thankful that John's angle in this was far out of earshot of her watch.
….Though, it was also that level of being caught off guard that would inevitably make what was to come only that much harder for her.
