The Pride Game

Chapter 20

In front of the majestic room, a masked man darting his gaze, scanning the entire room, and upon seeing the woman he was looking for was inside the space, the masked man stepped on his feet, immediately entering the most majestic place on the entire desert island.

"Good afternoon, Madam," said the man. The woman was surrounded by many other guests in luxurious clothes. They toasted each other and laughed. A large screen was displayed in front of them, showing several participants who had managed to safely get out of the third cave.

The woman lifted her head and looked at the man in front of her. She smirked. A mask covered her face, and she wore a giant hat. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, elegant in every move. "Good afternoon. I just finished watching the game." The woman laughed; her laugh was so crisp, for those who didn't know her, she was a wingless angel, but if people knew her, then no one would dare to make trouble with her. "Let them rest first; tomorrow, they have to face another game." She raised the cup in front of her and took a sip.

The masked man was still standing tall in front of the woman; he replied, "Alright, Madam. After they all get out of the cave safely, then they will be brought into the hall for lunch."

"How's Jonathan doing?" The woman blew the liquid through the rim of the glass.

Just a moment ago, she saw through the big screen Samuel and Jonathan, and the three other participants were working together to get out of the cave.

"Jonathan has recovered from his illness."

The Woman's brow furrowed. "Why did he recover from his illness so fast? I thought he was going to die that night because Gerry had hit him so blindly." One corner of her lips lifted. She put the teacup on the table and took another snack.

The room they occupied was so spacious that the women and men mingled. They laughed at each other, ate, and drank happily. Some still focused their attention on the screen in front and intermittently asked, "Why did they choose that cave? Don't they know that a hungry bear is waiting for them there?" Only a few seconds later, the gigantic television screen immediately showed how hungry bears were tearing and tearing the participants' guts. Several women enjoying the event took sweet strawberry buns and took a bite of it greedily, saying, "Ah, I told you, they shouldn't have chosen that place."

The other women nodded, smiled, and agreed with their friend's words. Then they hugged each other again, laughing and whispering.

Several men stood with cups of coffee in their hands. "How many people got out of the cave and find the place in question?" His eyes lit up, and he looked disappointed that the match was over. His belly is fat, showing how prosperous the life he currently has is.

"There are two hundred and forty survivors," another replied. "Hey, why have I ever seen those enormous snakes?"

The first man frowned, he seemed in thought, then he found the answer, “They are that woman's pets. If I'm not mistaken, she has fifty snakes that she feeds, and her favorites are Serenity and Medulla."

For a while they were all still talking, the masked officer's face changed, he had to deliver news that would make his superiors furious. His boss must have known.

“Preparations for the next match are being worked on. You can see it."

However, the woman didn't heed the guard's question, instead, she laughed and asked sarcastically, "Were Serenity and Medulla killed by Gerry?"

The guard nodded. The two snakes that had been brutally stabbed had died at the hands of Gerry and his group. “Not only did Gerry kill Serenity and Medulla, but Jack, Randy, and the other two ladies who were in the group had also killed your pet.

A moment ago, the woman was annoyed and angry because her pet had been stabbed to death, but then she burst out laughing. "Okay, no problem. Don't take out Rambo. Make him the last weapon. Make him so hungry, so this match will be more fun."

Imported crystal chandeliers imported from Italy emit a shimmering light, making the splendor and majesty of the room lively inside. There was plenty of food on the table. The guests who came so enjoyed today's event, they commented on each other and told each other if the place they had passed was wrong. Another masked man entered the space, and his eyes met each other with the woman. When the man saw her, she immediately stood up, giving orders to her bodyguards; she whispered, "Do as I command. Then she walked over to the man.

The man immediately grabbed the woman by the waist, and they both immediately knew where they were going.

In the carpet-walled room, the sound of the couple's moans was perfectly muffled. The woman's body was naked, with a position that bent with head down and buttocks up. The man behind her stabbed her without mercy. She could feel the man's possession inside her whole smooth body.

The man's pounding continued to make the woman roll, her sweet spot moving back and forth with a groan that filled the room. The woman's breath was panting, but the joy was still wanting to torture the woman a little longer. He took the whip they had used every time they made love. The woman and the man were both wearing masks, and it was their pleasure to share the joy.

"Aaah!" The woman shouted; she had just been hit with a large rope.

"Good girl," said the man, squeezing the woman's buttocks, then patted her buttocks, and put two fingers inside her, backed away and tucked them in but then stopped. The woman groaned. She was tormented; she wanted more. Her breasts were moving, panting. The man squeezed it and played with the woman's sweet spot.

"Please, make love to me," said the woman, her breath hitching; she wanted it right now, but the man was deliberately stalling for time. "Fast!" The woman ordered, unfortunately, the man was not satisfied, he hit the woman's buttocks again very hard, making the woman fall with her chest touching the floor. She repeatedly struck so that the moans and sighs excited the man. He immediately flipped the woman over roughly and tucked his own into her body, causing her to groan in pleasure. "Aaaah! Go on, go on," she said, both hands placed above the man's head by one hand, and the man freely enjoyed the woman's neck and large breasts.