I was still looking at the revolver on the table.
I knew what the game was going to be.
Russian Roulette.
This was the worst possible scenario.
One of us was going to die.
Luke was still in shock. Since I had a taste of horror and death, I made the first move and came closer to the table. He was still frozen and looking at the revolver. I could feel his increased heartbeat from a distance.
The man took the revolver, pressed the release latch, and swung out the cylinder. He took one round and slid it into an empty chamber. Then gave it a spin and took the other bullet while it was spinning. Suddenly stopped the cylinder and put the second bullet in.
Then gave the cylinder a sharp ship again and snapped it back in place.
After doing these, he took the chloche from the table and put the revolver down, next to the bottle.
With fast steps, he went to the door, opened it, and handed it to someone inside. Closed the door and stood next to the table again, like before.
While he did all these, Luke and I were watching it silently. No movement, no question. Just observing.
After the man finished his job, the text on the wall faded away, and a new one appeared.
"Game #3: American Roulette.
Rule: Whoever the spinning bottle points, will take the revolver and spin its cylinder for fairness of the game.
After spinning, point the weapon at your friend's head and pull the trigger.
The maximum number of rounds will be 10.
If no one dies during the game, you both pass the game successfully.
If someone dies before 10 rounds, the survivor will continue with the games.
Punishment: If you decide not to pull the trigger, the man standing next to you will do it in your stead. But with a fully loaded gun.
Note: If you struggle with the gun or try to use a trick while spinning the cylinder, the man will handle everything."
As I read the lines, I saw Luke starting to panic. I saw him muttering to himself and shaking his head nonstop.
I should have been in a worse situation, but I wasn't.
I was scared. Yes, but not like before. Things that have happened until now have made my feelings a bit dull.
I couldn't understand what I was feeling truly.
I was looking at Luke, but I couldn't understand him.
Why was he doing that?
Is he that scared, or is he overreacting?
The problem may be with me.
Maybe I am not normal.
No, I am normal.
I am okay.
Totally okay.
Except my body. It wasn't listening to me. It felt cold, but also hot.
My insides were burning, but I was freezing.
Like a sunny day with the wind.
I could move, but also not.
I was thinking, but I couldn't understand anything.
What is going on?
What are we doing?
What is happening?
Why is Luke coming closer to me?
He held my shoulders. Why?
He is shaking me and telling me something
I can't hear it.
His mouth is moving, but I can't hear anything.
What is he saying?
"Daniel"
"Daniel"
Oh, he is calling me.
"Daniel, what do we do?"
Huh? What do we do? About what?
Should we do something?
Why did he lift his hand?
He -
"Daniel! Wake up! We are gonna die."
The moment Luke slapped me, I came to my senses a little bit. My brain was locked, and I was in emptiness for a moment.
"Please take your seats," the man started to talk.
As I slowly walked towards the seat, I was thinking of an escape route. Because I didn't think he would stop until one of us dies.