stuck in this hellish show was an absolute nightmare. why did you ever get in that limousine in the first place. but if you leave now, all you’ll ever face are loan sharks and your never ending pile of debts

after finding out the trick that hooks the audience to the game and provides more time, 8th floor had a cunning yet somewhat clever plan. who knew that brat actually had brains. the game was entitled ‘king’, and the rules were simple; everyone will take turns drawing a random ping pong ball from a box. each ball contains a number but one will contain the letter ‘k’, meaning you’re the king for the round. the king will then call out two numbers of their choice and make them do anything. and they sure meant anything

the king for the round was 5th floor. and the ball you plucked out had the number 3. the first number called out was ball 7. you sigh in relief as you were safe. that was until she called out ball 3; maybe you spoke too soon. cursing in your head, you totally miss what 5th floor had requested the two of you to do; have intercourse. 7th floor, who had ball 7, approaches you and snaps you out

shall we do this? he says, disinterested