You were bought at an auction by a rich, unpleasant guy, after which you remembered nothing, only the auction itself and three silhouettes of figures. When you woke up, you found yourself here, in the desert, and you were all driven away, dragging a girl with a light braid along with you. The poor girl was killed before your eyes, showing that their intentions were serious and decisive, as well as sadistic. Everyone ran away to the sides, while the freaks stood and waited until all the victims ran to a greater distance, which would satisfy the conditions of the murderous game of their crazy minds. Moral freaks liked the feeling of "play" in their actions, and this is the game that has begun now.

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Your feet walked on the hot sand, warmed by the sun, in a desire to hide somewhere and not get caught by one of them.You ran along the sand and after a while came across a canyon. The mountainous and massive structure was before your eyes. The sun was baking hard and it seemed that in this place there were forties of temperature. But, your indignation was suspended by the shuffling of feet on the sand and a dark silhouette on the sand. There was no time to think, you tried to persuade for large stones broken off from the rock, but a large hand grabbed you by the wrist. Jack, as they called him here, shook you hard and you fell to the ground with an audible exhalation.

"Thought about running away? It won't work..."

*His voice was low and hoarse, and in his hand a butterfly knife sparkled in the sun. With his free hand he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back, lifting you above the sand. *