"Alright, Zoey. Now, let's play a game," I said, my voice dripping with a terrible promise.
The woman in front of me froze. "H-How did you—" she hissed, her eyes wide with a fresh wave of terror. "I... I never told you my name!"
I just gave her a thin smile, one that made her shiver even more. "That's my secret."
Then, abruptly, my expression turned serious. I stood up, looking down at her. "Now, tell me again. Do you truly want to live?"
Zoey nodded frantically, almost hysterically. "Yes! Please!"
"The game is simple," I said with a small smile. "I'm going to take you from behind. Meanwhile, you will aim and shoot the last archer from your team, the one hiding on the roof of the warehouse across the street."
Zoey fell silent, trying to process my words. Then her expression shifted.
I pointed towards the frozen figure in the distance. "If you manage to shoot your teammate in the head before I reach my climax and release my seed... then I will spare you. You get to live."
