Opening - Let the games begin

Opening - Let the games begin

This year, it is my turn to run the game. This year, this game is for me. We call it “Survivor”, but you could also call it “Love Island” or “Big Brother”. It doesn’t matter what you call it, all you need to know is that this is the most fucked up game you will ever hear about.

You can call me “Jeff”, but that is not really my name and this year I am the host. For the next two weeks, I am in charge of this game where 12 survivors will fight for their life and future.

I am excited to host this year after being an audience member for 11 years prior. The first two years were together with my dad, the rest I attended by myself. ‘By myself’ may not be the right term as there were roughly 50 other audience members that attended each year and of course, there were also a set of contestants. All of this is hosted on a private island with a lot of special security and assistants to make sure we are all comfortable.

The island is run by a guy named ‘Leon’. One of those people that you meet and you know you should not mess with. He doesn’t talk much, but when he talks, you know you should listen.

There is a lot more than just this competition on this island, but most people do not know that there is an event happening on the island right now. For an outsider, this private island looks like a place where the rich and famous vacation. It is all a big secret and I am hosting it. Hopefully this year of Survivor will work out well and I get what I want, or at least the audience gets what they want.

The island has a lot of smaller buildings where the guests stay. It also has several larger buildings, mostly used by the people that maintain the island. One of the larger buildings is special and it is called the Colosseum, the main location where the game takes place. That is where the bad stuff happens that we don’t talk about.

The Colosseum is a big square building that looks unassuming from the outside. If you managed to get inside, you would find a big oval area in the middle with an observation ring on the outside where the audience can walk around. This area is filled with primitive beds, showers, mirrors and a lot of cameras. Nothing looks cozy here. Every part of the furniture says, this is where some serious competition takes place. Some serious fucked up competition that is.

I am standing on the observation ring inside the Colosseum. Looking down, all the beds have been put closely together in one section of the oval. There are twelve of them and they are currently occupied with twelve naked women. All of them are asleep. These women are the contestants and they are hand-picked by me out of a selection of hundreds. They are all brought here for me for this game of Survivor.

I know all the contestants by name and have studied their backgrounds. Take Tarza for example, she is one of them and easy to recognize as she is the only black girl of the twelve that have been abducted. She is the step-daughter of a former professional basketball player and 27 years old. The world thinks she is already dead as she was in a very public car accident with her mother. The car got hit by a truck and got destroyed. In reality, neither of them were in an accident, all of it was staged to get them here.

“Ready sir?”. This was Leon talking. Leon is the island ringleader and the one who has been coordinating this for years. Leon runs a tight ship and is everybody’s main contact. If you attend this competition then you are only supposed to talk to Leon and nobody else. I don’t know much about Leon’s background, and that is part of what makes him a man full of mystery. His complexion is darker and his hair is long, giving him a wilderness appearance. The whole look adds to his mystique. He has hosted the show himself, but I have also seen other hosts in the previous years. I remember Leon the most. I am not really sure who calls what shots when he is not hosting, and what is my exact power as a guest host. I hope I will find out this year.

Leon signaled to me that he is ready. I nod in confirmation and that was all he needed to get the show started.

“Ok, Let’s do this, Sir”, Leon said. Leon moved his phone up to his head. I had noticed this before, but Leon holds his phone like a microphone and talks fast in a language I don’t understand. Twelve men appear out of a hidden door and walk up to the girls. They pick their position next to one of them and seem to be waiting for my signal.

I have seen this part of the game many times and I have always made sure never to miss it. It is the moment the girls get woken up. There is always a lot of chaos and a lot of screaming. The contestants don’t know where they are, how they got here, why they are naked and what is going to happen to them. They will find out soon enough.

Leon turns on the microphone attached to my chest and nods. “Go for it my friend, talk to our guests.”

“Welcome everybody to the beginning of the 17th season of Survivor. The games are ready to begin. I am happy you can join me. We are going to have a lot of fun. The theme this year is ‘Thicker than water’, a theme that will become clear soon enough. We have a lot of twists and this year will be like no other. I hope you will enjoy the show.”

I look around, most guests are watching casually, leaning over. I know they can hear me well because of the sound system in the Colosseum, but having the opportunity to watch twelve naked girls can be very distracting. There are also lots of monitors on the oval that can be used to switch camera views in case you want to see the girls from another angle. The cameras are well hidden, but you can see everything that happens in this game from a lot of different angles.

“To start, as you can see in front of you, we have twelve girls this year, two more than last year and I promise you, you have an exciting few weeks in front of you. We have created a very tough game this year.”

I continue explaining some of the logistics to the guests. I tell them that, similar to other years, each day at 5PM we will play the next elimination round. They can read all this on their screens but many don’t do that. I also say that this building, the Colosseum, will stay open 24/7 if you just want to watch the candidates. I know a lot of them just like watching the girls scramble, sleep and shower among other things. Most of the guests have been coming here for years and know the drill, but some things cannot be said enough and there are always a few new faces as well.

The guests are on the observation ring, which is up from the candidates and behind glass. The glass is there for the safety of the guests and the contestants as the guests don’t always behave.

I look around. I could be mistaken, but it looks like a lot more than last year. I see at least 60 people. I recognize many of them from previous years and many have familiar faces as they have been on television and other media. Almost all are men, but there are a few women here and there. Leon doesn’t discriminate and everybody can get in. That is as long as you pay Leon enough money and he has enough on you to gain his trust. This often means having power of attorney for some of your assets or having blackmail material that can put you into jail for a long time.

This whole island is based on one thing, mutual trust through mutual destruction. If you become a liability, you risk a sudden suicide or a nasty car accident. Leon has a term for this: Thicker than Blood, but he says it in latin. To him it means that you are more in bed with his group than your family, it is like a mafia. It also means that you pay with your life if you lose his trust.

I have gotten very suspicious ever since I have been part of this group and I always wonder when I hear in the news about somebody that died from unnatural causes that I have seen here before. I have seen some examples, like a musician in the height of his career, pill overdose. A famous actor, suicide. A famous sportsman in a private plane crash, a foreign statesman assassinated. I don’t ask questions, but it makes sure that I keep my mouth shut. Not that I want to talk, I don’t want to lose the benefits of this place. This game is just one of them.

Leon has left the oval, and that leaves me in control. I signal the guards by snapping my fingers and now I get to watch. The guards inject the women and they start to wake up. Immediately it starts: screaming, cursing, crying, yelling and a lot of struggling. The contestants are all cuffed, so the girls don’t get far.

One by one they are now brought forward by their guard and each contestant gets attached to their own metal cross in the middle of the Colosseum. The whole process doesn’t take more than 15 minutes but it is a great show. You learn so much about each girl. Who is the cryer, who gets angry, who wants to fight and who just tries to learn what is happening.

Take Sally for example. She is a 19 year old LSU freshman with blond hair and small tits. She is just looking around. Yes, her hair is a mess right now, but she is not struggling or screaming. That is a plus. It appears like she is trying to understand where she is and what is going on. Her records said she was smart and she certainly appears that way, but the game will tell us. A few days in captivity can change a person rapidly.

On the other edge of the spectrum, you have India, a 30 year old Instagram star. In the few minutes she has been awake, she has already tried to scratch someone, threatened everybody around her with lawyers and police, and is making sure we all know that she is a celebrity and shouldn’t be here. I already know she has no chance of winning, not with that shrill New-York voice. But it is good to have some variety; it makes the game more entertaining.

The moving of the girls from the bed to the crosses is purposely done one by one. This is when me and the guests first get to see the girls’ bodies in person. Several of the audience members use the binoculars to get a better view. The guests also have their screens that allow them to view the contestants from many different views, but binoculars are popular as that gives you that voyeur feeling.

Part of the entertainment for the guests is the wagers. Wagers can be made on anything, like which contestant will last the longest and maybe even win or who will be out first. This is where the guests pick their favorites and get their first ideas on who they want to root against. For Leon, it is another way to make money. I don’t think he cares one way or the other about the actual game results.

I watch all the girls get moved one by one and make mental notes about their appearance and behavior. It will help me handle them later on. Once the last girl is tied to the cross, they all get gags in their mouth to stop the screaming or protesting. This is one of the tricks that was picked up from previous years. It makes explaining the game to the girls a lot easier.

I am excited looking at them. Seeing them exposed and naked in person gives me a new perspective of them. Some of them I had already seen nude in pictures or movies, either stolen from their phone or because they were posted online.

Mary-Anne is the oldest of the group with 37 years. She had years ago left a lot of naked pictures on a BDSM dating site. One of the audience members bought that website a long time ago for his own pleasures and the website database has been used as a selection tool since. Today she works in a nice office environment. I wonder if her co-workers know about her past.

I noticed all guards had stepped away. All the preparation is done. It was time to start addressing the girls.

“Hi contestants. Welcome to ‘Survivor - Thicker than water’. For the next two weeks, I am your god, but you can call me Jeff. You have been hand picked by me to participate in my game. I am sure you are scared and have a lot of questions. All of that can wait.”

“As you have noticed, you are naked and you will stay naked. You are the contestants in this game and like every game, you play to win. You have to participate, whether you want to or not. The good news is that you are playing for some big prizes. The first prize, and maybe the most important one, is your freedom. Yes, if you win the game you get your freedom back. This also means that if you don’t win, then your future is very, very uncertain. There is also a second reward for winning, and for some of you that might be a bigger motivation, and that is the financial reward. The winner gets the option to live a life of riches and no longer has to worry about the financial aspects of life.”

I tried to say every line with extra emphasis to make sure that the contestants understood each sentence. Their lives were depending on it. It was time to explain the rules.

“Each day there is a challenge. If you lose that challenge, you will be eliminated. When you are eliminated, you have to do the survivor elimination challenge, a dead or alive game where your future is determined. If you pass the challenge, you stay alive and your final faith will be determined later. It is better than not passing the challenge, but it might be redundant to say, elimination is bad. I cannot emphasize enough. You want to win, you will hate the elimination challenge and you will hate not having won this game and get your freedom back. I recommend you fight hard.”

I looked around. Some girls were still struggling their cuffs, others were just listening. It was hard to see if they understood everything, but the future will tell. For now, my decision was that it would help if I went over the rules of the game again. It would put some fear in the contestants and will make them understand what playing this game will be like, hopefully that will make them listen and try harder.

I turned on the mic again and addressed the contestants again.

“Let me explain to you some of the simple facts about this game.”

I created a small dramatic pause on purpose to make sure all the contestants were paying attention.

“Game fact 1. You, as a contestant, will be naked all the time. There are no clothes in this game. There is make-up to cover yourself, but that is it. We want you to be naked and exposed. This means that you should not try to cover yourself at any point in time. We will intervene if you try.”

I pointed to the guards to emphasize what I had said, hoping it would strike fear in their hearts.

“We have beds or at least what looks like beds. They have no sheets therefore you cannot cover yourself with them. The same is true for every other part of the oval here. As you will see, the toilets and showers also have no walls either. You are naked and will remain naked. I hope that part is clear. You are here for our entertainment and being naked is part of that. The good news is that this place is warm, so you will not need blankets or towels. The opposite might be true, you will most likely be warm and sweaty. Feel free to use the shower as often as you want”
I noticed that both Ashley and Faith were flipping off the audience, presumably in a little act of disobedience. Faith did it with both hands. This girl definitely got some spirit in her.

Faith had been spotted working as a hired dancer in a dance club. Even though she was clearly very drunk or high that night, she was still quite impressive in her dancing and a pretty girl. She had been very outspoken that night by talking loud, cursing and being very socially interactive, solidifying her selection to me. Now seeing her here had not disappointed me, as she was already showing her fiery nature.

Ashley flipping off the audience also didn’t disappoint me. I had picked her because I had seen her playing an angry slutty teenager in a tv show and kinda fell in love with her. She had since done some other minor roles on tv but never had made it big in Hollywood or anywhere else. She was here for me, to find out how much she is like the roles she played.

“Game fact 2. Disobeying instructions will not make you win this game. Obey the instructions and don’t try anything. The only way out of this in a positive way is to win. Disobey and we will just ruin your life quicker and most likely lead to elimination sooner. I know you won’t believe me yet, but you will soon enough. Did I mention already that elimination sucks? Trust me, you don’t want to do the elimination challenge, you want to win.”

Faith middle fingers are still in the air. She looked pretty unphased otherwise. I didn’t think being nude bothered her a lot. Must have been all the dancing in clubs. From the pictures I had seen, she had no problems dressing sexy or getting attention with her body. I was looking forward to seeing her play.