Chapter 1: Scene 1: THE ABDUCTION
The room buzzed with a sickly, oppressive energy. The flickering light bulb above swung lazily, casting grotesque shadows that stretched and twisted across the cold, concrete walls. The metallic smell of blood lingered in the air, sharp and acrid, like the aftermath of a violent struggle.
Jess was the first to notice, her eyes finally adjusting to the dimness, her pulse racing as she realized the sick game they had been thrown into. Her hands strained against the coarse ropes binding her to the chair, and her fingers felt like they were on fire. Her breath hitched in her throat as her gaze dropped down to her body.
Jess
(whispering)
"No fucking way…"
She was dressed in a replica of her favorite game character's costume, a leather outfit she had worn a thousand times before during gaming streams. But this wasn't some cheap cosplay or fan-service outfit. It was real—too real. The leather was rough against her skin, the zippers and buckles heavy and cold. She could smell the sweat and dirt on it, as if it had been worn in actual battles.
Her heart thudded in her chest, panic washing over her like a cold wave. Lucy stirred next to her, groaning as she slowly woke up. She blinked, dazed and confused, before her eyes widened in horror as she caught sight of her own reflection in the shattered mirror across the room.
Lucy
(voice trembling)
"What the fuck… is this?"
Her outfit was absurd—a pink, skin-tight bodysuit that was a parody of her favorite anime fighter character. It hugged every curve, the fabric bright and ridiculous in the dim light of the room. But it wasn't the outfit itself that sent a jolt of terror through her—it was the feeling that came with it. She felt like she was being mocked, like someone had turned her most cherished identity into a sick joke.
Emma woke last, her muscles tensing the moment she opened her eyes. Her instincts kicked in before her brain fully registered what was happening. She yanked at the ropes binding her wrists, snarling as the thick fibers cut into her skin.
Emma
(growling)
"What the hell is going on?"
Her voice was sharp, filled with fury instead of fear. But when she looked down at her body, her breath caught in her throat. She was dressed as her favorite post-apocalyptic character, a worn-out jacket layered over a tight tank top, cargo pants covered in fake mud and bloodstains.
Except it wasn't fake. Not anymore.
Jess shot Emma a wide-eyed glance, her voice a low hiss as she struggled to keep her breathing steady.
Jess
(panicked)
"Why the fuck are we dressed like this? This can't be real. This isn't happening."
Lucy was shaking now, her eyes darting from Jess to Emma, her voice cracking with fear.
Lucy
(sobbing)
"This is some kind of nightmare… some kind of sick joke…"
Before anyone could respond, a sound echoed through the room—a low, mechanical whirr, followed by a series of clicks. The cameras. Jess's eyes snapped to the corners of the ceiling, where small, black lenses watched their every move. She felt a chill run down her spine.
They weren't alone.
A distorted voice crackled through an unseen speaker, cold and detached, like a predator toying with its prey.
DISTORTED VOICE
(smirking)
"Welcome, ladies. I see you've noticed your new attire. Fitting, isn't it? After all, you loved playing dress-up so much online… I thought I'd make it real for you."
The trio exchanged horrified glances, their hearts pounding in unison. Jess swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she tried to speak.
Jess
(voice cracking)
"What the fuck do you want from us?"
The voice on the speaker laughed, a low, cruel sound that echoed through the room like nails scraping against metal.
DISTORTED VOICE
"Want? Oh, it's not about what I want. It's about what you wanted. To be your characters… to live your fantasies. Well, now you can. But there's a catch, of course. There's always a catch."
Lucy was trembling uncontrollably now, her mind racing as the horrifying reality of their situation started to sink in.
Lucy
(voice cracking)
"This is insane… we need to get out of here… we need to—"
The voice cut her off sharply, its tone shifting from amusement to something far darker.
DISTORTED VOICE
"Get out? Oh, I'm afraid it's not that simple. You're not in control anymore. You're in my world now. And there's only one rule in this game, ladies."
The trio waited in tense silence, their breath shallow, their bodies frozen in terror.
DISTORTED VOICE
(whispering menacingly)
"Fight… or die."
The room fell deathly silent. The flickering light above them seemed to dim, as if the very air around them was suffocating. Jess's heart pounded so loudly in her chest she thought it might explode. Emma's fists clenched, her eyes narrowing into slits as she scanned the room for anything—anything—that could be used as a weapon.
Then, without warning, the door on the far side of the room slammed open, the sound reverberating through the walls like a gunshot. A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying with it the scent of blood and decay. The corridor beyond was pitch black, but they could hear the distant sound of metal clanging, footsteps echoing down the hall.
They were no longer just YouTubers. No longer just gamers.
They were prey.
Scene 2: THEY REALIZE THEY ARE PART OF A SNUFF FILM
The cold air seeped into their bones as the heavy door remained wide open, leading into a void of unknown horrors. Jess, Lucy, and Emma stood still, bound by more than just ropes—they were bound by fear, confusion, and the sickening realization that something far worse was at play.
The mechanical hum of the cameras grew louder, almost as if mocking them. Jess clenched her fists, her breath shallow, every nerve in her body on edge. She took a step back, her voice low but trembling with panic.
Jess
(voice quivering)
"This... This can't be real. We're just… we're just in some sick fucking prank, right?"
Emma, her jaw set hard and her eyes burning with rage, yanked again at the ropes until her wrists were raw and bleeding. Her movements were wild, feral.
Emma
(spitting)
"A prank? No way in hell this is a fucking prank, Jess! Look around! Look at us! These bastards have turned us into some twisted versions of ourselves! They're watching us like we're goddamn toys."
Lucy, her face pale as a ghost, stared at the cameras fixed in the corners of the room. Her heart thundered in her chest, a mix of terror and disbelief crawling through her skin.
Lucy
(fragile, whispering)
"They're filming us… They're filming everything…"
Her voice trailed off as her eyes darted between the cameras. A sudden, horrific thought clawed its way to the front of her mind. She froze, swallowing hard, her stomach churning as realization hit her like a bullet.
Lucy
(voice cracking)
"Oh my God… No. No, no, no, no, NO…"
Jess and Emma turned to her, their eyes wide with concern as she backed away, shaking her head, her entire body trembling.
Jess
(urgent, confused)
"Lucy? What is it?"
Lucy's voice broke, a sob rising in her throat as she clutched her arms around herself, trying to stop the overwhelming terror from consuming her whole.
Lucy
(tears spilling)
"This isn't just some fucked-up game… It's a snuff film. They're gonna kill us… and record it."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Jess's breath caught in her throat, and Emma's fury faltered for a moment as the weight of the realization hit her. It made sense now—the costumes, the cameras, the sick amusement in the distorted voice's taunts.
They weren't just captives. They were part of something far more sinister—a twisted, live-action death game, broadcast for some sick, underground audience, hungry for violence and death. Their lives had been reduced to nothing more than entertainment for monsters lurking behind screens.
Jess
(muttering in horror)
"No… They wouldn't. No one would do this."
But deep down, they all knew. The world had dark corners—places where human life was worth less than a cheap thrill. And now, they were caught in the center of it.
The door on the far side of the room creaked, the sound making their skin crawl. Jess, steeling herself, took a hesitant step forward. Her voice shook, but there was steel beneath the fear.
Jess
(hissing)
"We need to get out of here. Now. We're not playing their fucking game. We're getting the hell out."
Before she could take another step, the speaker crackled to life once again, the distorted voice filled with dark amusement.
DISTORTED VOICE
(smirking)
"Not so fast, Jess. I'm afraid there's no 'out' for you. No escape. Not unless you play along."
The screen flickered again, showing footage of them—clips from their live streams, their YouTube channels. The video rapidly cycled through cutscenes from their games, each featuring the characters they were now dressed as. The laughter of their avatars, the explosions, the chaos—they had glorified violence and killing, hiding behind controllers.
Now they had become the very avatars they had played for entertainment.
DISTORTED VOICE
(laughing)
"Welcome to the real world. You thought you could bash my game? Say it was garbage? Say I was a hack? Well, now you're going to see it up close and personal. You're all stars of the show now. I call it… Game Over. You're going to make me a lot of money, ladies. And let's see how well you survive when it's not just pixels on a screen."
The camera zoomed in on each of their faces, their fear and rage now on full display for the sick, twisted audience out there somewhere. Jess felt her blood boiling. She was done playing nice.
Jess
(snapping)
"Fuck you! You think you can do this to us? You're dead, you hear me? DEAD."
But her defiance only seemed to amuse the voice further.
DISTORTED VOICE
(amused, darkly)
"Brave words. Let's see if you can back them up. You're on camera now. Make it count, Jess. Make it entertaining. You wouldn't want to disappoint your fans."
Suddenly, a loud clang echoed from the corridor beyond the open door, followed by the heavy, scraping sound of metal against stone. Something was being dragged closer. Something big. Something dangerous.
Emma's eyes flickered to the shadows in the hall, her body tensing. Her fists were raw, bleeding, but her expression turned cold, calculating.
Emma
(gritting her teeth)
"We need weapons. Fast."
Lucy, still shaking, nodded weakly, her hands trembling as she struggled to hold back tears.
Lucy
(whispering)
"We're gonna die, aren't we?"
Jess shook her head violently, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her insides.
Jess
(steadfast)
"No. Not if we kill them first."
The clangs grew louder, the sound of chains rattling as something—or someone—lurched toward them from the corridor. Jess's heart raced, but her mind was already racing faster. She spotted the mannequins lined up along the walls, each holding a variety of crude, violent weapons.
Machetes. Chainsaws. Hammers. Death in every form.
Without wasting a second, Jess darted toward the closest mannequin, ignoring the sharp pain in her wrists as she tore herself free from the ropes. She grabbed the first thing she could—a rusted machete, its edge jagged and caked with dried blood.
Jess
(whispering to herself)
"Alright, motherfucker. You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show."
As Emma followed suit, grabbing a heavy sledgehammer, and Lucy, despite her trembling hands, pulled a crowbar from a mannequin's grip, they knew they had only one chance.
They weren't just gamers anymore. They were survivors. And in this sick, twisted world, survival meant violence.
The voice on the speaker chuckled one last time, the sound sending a shiver down their spines.
DISTORTED VOICE
(sinister)
"Let the games begin."
The sound of the approaching terror grew louder, and with it, their resolve solidified. The only way out of this nightmare was through blood. And they would spill as much as it took to escape.