Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 47
“Ethan, what did you do to me!?”
Her panicked cry echoed from inside the wall.
“Funny question.”
Ethan replied slowly.
“I just turned your plan back on you, didn’t I?”
Her breaths came ragged through the barrier. After brief chaos, she realized she’d been the one toyed with.
No time for regrets, she pleaded desperately.
“Ethan, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared.”
“That person made me sign a contract: leave all other guests behind, and they’d let me go.”
“I don’t know what came over me, like they controlled me into this stupidity.”
Then, as if struck by inspiration, her voice quickened with excitement.
“Yeah, it’s all their fault. They manipulated my mind.”
She rushed the words out, but silence greeted her from the other side. Her throat tightened, heart hammering, as she waited anxiously for a response.
After what felt like forever, just as she prepared to call out, his voice drifted through faintly.
“Serena, I’ve had enough of your lies.”
“Ethan, I—”
She tried to explain, but his next words iced her heart.
“Your deal wasn’t about stranding us; it was killing us. You took out Uncle Albert yourself.”
“No need to deny it or claim fear. Greed for those treasures drove you.”
Her face blanched at the revelation.
“How do you know about the treasures—”
“You told me everything yourself.”
Ethan continued unhurriedly.
“The Vile Gaze eye is handy. Anyone it hallucinates acts like they’re hypnotized, answering any question truthfully.”
“Ethan!”
It clicked: this morning in his room, he’d used the eye on her, extracting her motives and plans under interrogation.
He’d simply mirrored her scheme.
Realizing excuses were futile, shame fueled her fury.
“Ethan, you ungrateful bastard. Who do you think cared for you all these years? Feeding you, helping with the toilet, changing your clothes—wasn’t that all me?”
“I made one mistake, and you treat me like this? Have you no conscience?”
His reply floated lightly.
“My family paid the medical bills. I owe you nothing.”
“So what?” Her voice sharpened to a shriek. “Think about it: you’re just a parasite waiting to die in the real world. Even if you escape, what then?”
“Not me. I’ve got years ahead. I’d take the treasures and live like royalty.”
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