The Pride Game

Chapter 25

Alena still remembers when the masked woman in charge stared with an even expression as she spoke, "Take them back."

Alena's feet, which were about to run and lunge at the woman beside Gerry, came to a complete stop.

Her head turned towards the woman; she looked at her in disbelief.

Can they go home? Really? Her heart was happy, so why else would she injure that useless sharp-mouthed woman.

"Is that true?" Someone from the other direction said in a trembling voice. There was a glimmer of hope when she asked like that.

The woman in front of her arched a smile and said, "Right," in a light tone.

Elena's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to go home, but her eyes glanced at the billions of cash in the suitcase.

Several people then stood up and let out a blind rage. "No way! We can't go home now! After everything happened!"

The others with fiery faces roared, "How can it be like this! You who want to go home, better go home, while we who still want to play, better not go home already."

Voice "Yes, that's right!"

"Yes, that's correct!" echoed throughout the room.

Then the big tall men who thought they could finish the game and come out victorious showed grim faces. "Why, even though half of the players want to keep playing, end up going home just because of these extraordinarily lousy cowards! They're just useless people!" Then the man looked at some of the women who had been whining to go home. His eyes were sharp and cold. "If you want to go home! Just go home! We still want to be here! What do you think in the outside world? Your dignity is still valuable! Do you still have a good name! Disrespectfully expelled from the CDA! I had a lot of scandals inside the CDA! Even when we came out, no one accepted us at all! Where is the good name we still have! Even to send our children to school, we can't afford to pay their tuition fees!"

Then the man dashed to the center, his breath coming in gasps as he pointed at the participants there. The look on his face showed that he had received a lot of bitterness in his life. His voice was hoarse as he said, "You know how hard it is to make money out there!" Tears welled up in his eyes as he said that, then he turned to a large amount of money in front of him "Are you willing to waste this opportunity! This is our chance, and it's impossible to come to us a second time! Not only will we get money, but we can live a decent life in public! Heads as we walk! We will no longer be humiliated! We will still be able to live and work!" The man's voice roared, and he shouted very loudly. His knee then fell to the floor, and he banged his head until his forehead bled. "I want to have a decent life!" He hit his head again. "I want to have self-respect!" He roared so that everyone was stunned at him.

It wasn't just him who experienced this incident, but everyone who followed this game also experienced the same thing. Their life has been full of suffering. No one still thinks of them as humans, even consider them friends, no.

"You're right about this, but that's not the reason for us to die in vain here. We can still live outside, but no one knows if we'll be able to live until tomorrow or not if we're still here. have a family." Jonathan stood up, his voice shaking as he shouted the words he had been holding on to for so long. He was not married yet, but his mind seemed to bleed when a woman committed suicide before his eyes. This sight so touched his heart and soul, and it was as if his heart was being squeezed until there was no longer any blood coming out of it. His mouth was dry, and his knees went limp for a moment. Everything looks like a dream. The choice was before his eyes; lots of money, wealth, glory, luxury living, beautiful women so that every minute if he wants, he only has to choose one or six of them at a time to have s*x with him ...

Or return home and be humiliated, have no money, and struggle to fight for a good name.

However, who could tell whether he would still be alive or not until tomorrow.

His body once again stiffened at the thought of this.

Several men and women stood; they walked slowly, thinking every second of their step; is this the best?

Likewise, with the big and sturdy people who still want to continue this game, they stand up and walk towards the man kneeling on the floor.

They know very well that no one can guarantee their existence in this place, whether they still have life in their bodies or not until tomorrow if they are still in this place, but this is an opportunity; there are no crazy people out there. Who would simply hand them money without slapping, grabbing, insulting, spitting on them? Moreover, the money thrown into their faces was very little, only enough to eat for up to two days. Will they continue to be beaten, spat on, insulted, and kicked every time they want to make money?

Their hearts trembled. The price is costly, namely their lives.

But the image of family, money, welfare looms in their minds. They want to have it all. How would they know if they were still alive or not if they didn't try?

Therefore with great confidence, they stood behind the kneeling man.

"We'd better do a vote count," someone said, trying to intervene.