119. The Sick Game

Demetria smirked. "Relax, boys. No need to bring out the spray. We will come with you to the basement to attend the party. I hope it's fun," she said calmly. The men looked at each other in amusement. "You know what? You are enthusiastic and brave. I like your attitude, saving us the hassle of forcing you to come," Dave said, grinning wickedly. Demetria shrugged. "We're already here. There is nothing we can do but move forward. We have come this far. I'm hoping the party is enjoyable so we don't regret our actions," she said, pretending she's not aware of what's going to happen next. Clarice cleared her throat. "Guys, I just want to ask this. After the party, can we still leave this island alive?" she asked innocently. The men looked at each other and laughed maniacally, finding the question silly. The men are now openly displaying the evil side they were trying to hide at the start of their meeting. "That depends," Oscar replied cryptically. Demetria stood up. "Can we leave Rachel here? She's scared. I'll go with you to the basement," she volunteered to go alone. Dave grinned, shaking his head. "No. We must go all together to the basement because we are partners for the night," he responded. "Please tell us what's in the basement? We aren't going to have a party, right? Are you going to hurt us?" Clarice bombarded them with questions, irritating them. "Enough of this! Either you come with us willingly or we force you to join us in the basement. What is it going to be?" Oscar snarled menacingly, his voice sounding terrifying. Demetria looked at Clarice. "Calm down. We're going to be fine," she said, comforting her frightened companion. She looked at Dave. "Take us to the basement now," she told him bravely. Dave smiled. "I like your cool attitude. So brave. Unlike your companion, behaving like a scared rabbit." The women looked at each other conspiratorially. Dave led the way to the basement. They went down several steps until they landed on the floor. The basement was well-lit. Clarice's nose crinkled. Her nostrils detected something awful in the air. "There's something wrong with the smell of this place," she commented accusingly. Oscar looked at her. "And what did you smell?" he asked, grinning. "I smell death, probably a rotten body lying somewhere," Clarice answered, scanning the hallways. "Oh, so we have a genius here? You didn't look like one to me," Dave said, erupting in laughter. Clarice glared at Dave, finding his insult annoying. She would love to freeze him and throw his body into a furnace. "Enough talking boys, bring us to the party room! Now!" Demetria ordered urgently, worrying about the ladies. "Wow, are you excited?" Oscar asked, peering into her face. Demetria smiled. "Yeah, I'm excited to attend the party." "That's good! Keep walking. We will take you to the party room," Oscar replied, leading the way. They were walking through the long hallway with doors closed on both sides. Then suddenly they heard voices of women screaming somewhere. "Take me to that room where the screaming girls are located. Now!" Demetria commanded. Her voice echoing in the hallway. The men were taken aback by the sheer force of her voice. "Who do you think you are? Nobody can order us!" Oscar sneered. He shouted angrily into her face. Demetria waves her hands at the two men, freezing them immediately on the spot. She looks at Clarice. "We have to go through each door to find out about the illegal activities these men are hiding in the basement." "Copy," Clarice replied. They were about to enter the nearest door when the women's screaming was heard again. "I think the screaming came from that room at the end of the hallway," Clarice said confidently. The women wasted no time and bolted towards the last room in the hallway. They were right, the screaming was getting louder and louder, piercing their ears. The women entered the room, passing through the walls like ghosts in their invisible form. After entering the well-lit room, the women were shocked and appalled by what they saw. There are about thirty mesh hangings on the ceiling. Each of the mesh contains one injured woman and below them are men wearing black suits, holding various weapons such as knives, baseball bats and wooden sticks. Blood is everywhere. Painting the tiles and the walls red. When the music plays for a few seconds, the mesh is lowered down and the men can repeatedly hit and attack the women trapped inside the mesh. But when the music stops, the mesh is hoisted up back to the ceiling, unreachable. The horrifying scene was bloody gruesome. "What kind of sick game are these men playing?" Clarice asked in horror, feeling sorry for the injured women, her anger exploding inside her. "They are participating in a sadistic activity, kidnapping unsuspecting women and using them as their prey to play their sadistic fantasy. These men are sick in the head!" Demetria commented, waving her hands in the air, freezing all the mesh and everyone inside it. The music keeps playing, but the mesh is stuck. The men are annoyed. "Lower the mesh! We are not done yet!" they yelled angrily, shouting at the top of their lungs. "Relax, boys. The mesh is suddenly stuck, and it won't come down. We will investigate what causes it. We are coming down to see what the problem is. Sorry for the setback. Playtime will resume in a few minutes," the voice on the intercom said. The men groaned in dismay. "We didn't pay for this!" the men roared angrily in unison. "Hurry up! Fix it!" The men's angry voices filled the room. Out of nowhere, a woman's voice started speaking. "Guys, why don't you fight and kill each other while waiting for the game to resume? You are holding weapons in your hands. Start fighting each other!" Clarice grins cheekily. "Nice one!" Demetria laughed. "It's time to give these evil men a taste of their own medicine. They are going to fight for their lives." The men looked at each other in bewilderment, holding their weapons tightly. "Where does that woman's voice come from?" one of the men asked in astonishment. "It sounded near us, right inside the room," a male voice noticed. "Maybe one of the girls is talking?" the others suggested. Everyone looked up at the mesh and noticed one thing. "Look, the women are not making any movements at all. They were frozen in time!" a guy observed. The men stared at the women in shock. "What's going on?" they asked in chorus. "Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?" a guy asked in puzzlement. "I'm here!" Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. "Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don't start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 10." "Who are you?" one of the guys asked. "What the hell is going on? We didn't sign up for this kind of game!" The men grumbled in protest, annoyed that the mechanics of the game were changed abruptly, and they were not informed about it in advance. One guy moved towards the door. "I didn't sign for this! I'm out of here!" But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. "What the fuck is going on!?" The men looked at each other in shock and horror. "Shut up, boys!" Demetria snapped. "I will start counting now. 1...2...5...7...10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!" she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death. "Are the cops coming?" Clarice whispered into Demetria's ears, still in her invisible form. "Yes, they are coming. I have already sent the coordinates of this place to Martha. They will be here soon," Demetria replied. "What do you want me to do?" Clarice asked. Demetria replied, "Leave the room and deal with the people coming down here to check on what's happening here. You can do whatever you want with them. But don't kill them because Martha would like to investigate these men and expose their evil practices to the public. Stay invisible. Don't show yourself to them. Do you understand?" "Loud and clear!" Clarice said, leaving the room, passing through the wall. When she emerged outside the door, three men can be seen walking hurriedly towards the execution room. For a moment she thought of killing them but remembered her mentor's instructions. She waved her hands at the men, freezing them on the spot. She decided to investigate what was inside the closed room. The five rooms are basically empty. But the next room she entered almost made her throw up the moment she inhaled the awful smell of the decomposing bodies she saw on top of the operating tables lining up in the room. She saw a total of ten dead bodies of women in different stages of decomposition. Thankfully, she didn't see Beatrice and Leona among them. After she finished investigating all the rooms, Clarice left the basement and explored the 3-story mansion from top to bottom. After a few minutes of searching, she didn't find anyone hiding in the room. She left the mansion, hovering in the air, scanning the area around the mansion. She saw five men patrolling the area. She descends and freezes the men on the spot. She looked at the ocean and saw speedboats and patrol ships coming to the island. They must be a group of police officers led by Martha. She hovered in the air above the sea level to check the identities of the people approaching the island.