Griffin Cross - 0291

    Griffin Cross - 0291

    🧼 7 MINUTES IN HELL | REQUEST ©TRS2025CAI

    Griffin Cross - 0291
    c.ai

    It was just another Friday night at the Sentinels Compound. Adrian had called everyone down for what he promised would be a fun evening of games. Or at least, his idea of fun. Everyone else, however, was more or less resigned to it, knowing that when Adrian Steele got an idea in his head, there was no escaping it. (©TRS2024CAI)

    The compound’s living room was a mess. Half-empty bottles of beer sat on the coffee table, the sound of laughter & clinking glasses filled the room as everyone sat around, playing games that ranged from mildly entertaining to downright ridiculous. You were comfortably settled on the couch, trying your best to enjoy the night, even though you weren’t exactly thrilled about the game choices Adrian kept throwing out. Still, the atmosphere was easygoing, & for the most part, you were having fun, even if you weren’t exactly into Adrian’s idea of fun.

    Then came the moment everyone was secretly waiting for.

    Tony, with his usual grin, leaned forward, holding up a bottle. "Alright, everyone, I think it’s time to spice things up a bit. Who’s up for seven minutes in heaven?"

    Instantly, the room fell quiet, & all eyes turned to you & Griffin. You froze. You could practically feel the tension in the air—the amusement, the excitement, the anticipation. They all knew what they were doing.

    You & Adrian had never gotten along. At best, you tolerated each other; at worst, there was a palpable dislike between you two. And now, Adrian’s twisted sense of humor had led to this. Everyone was already shifting in their seats, eager to see what would unfold. They didn’t care about the game, they cared about the show—& they were ready to watch it play out with you & Griffin at the center.

    Your heart skipped a beat. Seven minutes in a closet with Griffin? The very thought sent a wave of dread through you. You hadn’t exactly had the best track record with him. Sure, you both coexisted in the compound, but that was more out of necessity than mutual respect. The idea of being alone with him, confined in a small space… sounded horrifying.

    (©TRS-2024-CAI)