Winner.

Winner.

1.0 Coke

Fucking wine more fucking wine I needed more fucking wine I could handle my drink but I couldnt believe I was sitting in a room with elites that truly felt as though they were above the average local because they wore jimmy choos instead of D.S.W. I glanced across the room and saw a young women waitress beautiful red hair fiery added color to the white cold room filled with minimalist art, if you even consider this fucking shit art. I understood that art was subjective but drawing strokes up and down a canvas and slapping paint over it while your coked out in your 5th ave rental, doesn't suddenly make you Salvador Dali it makes you Augie with daddys trust fund bored and able to do whatever the fuck he wants. Kill me now. She stood there with the yellow liquid pacing around asking guests if they wanted a cup. Ma’am i'll take three I need to get drunk, I thought to myself.

“And that's when I thought to myself the vagina is the sect that entraps all humans together causing form and reach bonding the nefariousness of what we consider humanity today.” was Augie coked out again what the fuck does that even mean. Ben put his thumb on my spine down my back onto the top of my hip. He was sliding his arm up and down my satin purple dress that he bought for me all night. He bent a little leaned in whispering “fix your face..fix that smug look off your face.” I looked at him, kissed his neck then his cheek. Ben and I had an arrangement. I’d play hot girlfriend he gets to fuck in compensation for his money until he..well...Got tired of me. Was it a self fulfilling job that allows me to find my value and purpose in this world, negative, However was it better than working retail at TJmaxx making minimum wage, perhaps. I knew how this went. I've been doing it for 6 painful months. He’d drag me to an even, such as this one , buy me a dress. Which always consisted of my showing off my figure so that his friends could see the trophy he had won. He would then get a little liquid courage then he’d want to fuck me occasionally he’d hit me and would say sorry the next day but somehow i couldnt leave the pay was good and the very dark sick part of me was falling in love with this man and i felt he was falling for me too. I looked at Ben. He was easy on the eyes, tall ,buzzcut fitted, built blue eyes,slim nose. I clicked my tongue to stop thinking and took a breath.

“What do you think of the piece Sah” Auggies cartier bracelets dangled and called me poor in..I counted..one,two,thr- in four different languages.

Everyone turned their heads to me, my hair hitting my face I felt my lip quiver to speak yet nothing came out. I turned to Ben “can we go home.”

2.0 expose

I knew he was angry. I felt his anger on the passenger side of the embroidered seat. He said nothing. silence , that scared me more than him calling me a bitch. We made it to his pent he double parked turned to me,took his keys out and said. “Ill see you upstairs.” He didn't drive me home. I took the key and he grabbed my wrist, staring at me he then let go. He owned three floors and a pent in the heart of the city at chelsea street. The house smelled like vanilla and cologne. I walked up the stairs passing a mirror in his room i saw the dress i was wearing really being able to admire the purple fabric and how it hugged my body the satin felt cool and my back was exposed touching the crisp air conditioned air in the house. The door shut and I heard Ben walk in and up the stairs. I was in front of the bed still looking at myself he stood at the door of his bedroom. My heart was racing, mortified, i wouldn't let him know that. He walked closer to me glazed eyes as though he were crying. He picked me up kissed my neck, dropped me in the bed. Head empty he forgot i thought. He looked up and stopped “Ben?” i asked. He slowed his breathing opened his drawer pulling out a silver knife. He brought the could sharp point down my neck. “Dont.ever.do.that.again” I looked up. A tear rolling down my eye. He slammed the knife down with his right hand choking me with his left. “YOU FUCKING IDIOT. GOOD FOR NOTHING-” I was losing breathe until i had kicked and was free. I ran to the bathroom slammed to door shut sobbing. Ben didnt chase after me. He never did. I fucking hated Ben. i wanted to kill him.

3.0 Black Book

In the bathroom I splashed hot water on my face. The warm liquid getting all over the dress I had been wearing. The warmth felt cold as it hit the marble floors, I felt the tears coming the acidic feel of salty tears and the sting of my face. I looked up I didnt recognize the women I was seeing. This women was desperate, depressed unwilling to see her worth, she was unwillin-. “Shit” I said aloud dropping my body to the floor mid thought. I can't believe I'm in this deep. I had fallen in love with someone who saw me as just a body and not soul. Thinking I sat and at the corner of my eye I saw something peak out of the marbled cabinets. A wallet, a razor set I inched my body closer...a book a small black leather book engraved with the letter B in the front. Ben kept a fucking diary scoffing I began to unravek the leather strings. Like a gift..one by one laying it on the floor I opened the book exposing a card, above it saying “Sahs escape” I picked the metal card up cold it clinked to the floor. “Fuck fuck fuck” I whisperd finally stopping the sound with both my hands. I then picked up the book , a paper was exposed as it fell upon the floor. It was a paper with a writing in Bold letters SAH and next to it $20000. “What?,Why” this wasn't part of our contract. Why was this labeled sahs escape what is going...the lights dimmed. I stood up in the dark falling over as my dress slipped with all the water on the floor. The lights turned back on the buzzing noise sounding louder. I picked up the metal card and paper like a receipt. I tiptoed to the door.I opened it Ben, lifeless on the bed neck slit right open. I gasped, shook, my head spun the air got tighter, my nose not being able to properly inhale and exhale. “Ben..” i cried “Ben..BEN BEN BEN BEN BEN BEN” I screamed until my scream became a faint cry and my cry grew tired as I slept next to ben's lifeless body as it would be the last time I’d sleep peacefully with the one I once loved.

4.0 wake

The birds chirped. I woke up reaching for a body however instead I felt a book. Where was ben I had thought. Frantically looked around. The book thudding on the floor. I paused. Picking it up. I went through the book exposing many different names. Stacy with Higgins, Higgins with Fiorella, Fiorella with Ben, Ben with Sah. All these names were crossed..all but mine. Was this what Ben wanted me to escape from. What the FUCK is going on. I went to reach for the phone. Then it rang. “Hello Sah.” a montoned woman picking up the phone. “Whho who is this who are you” my voice shaking.” “Im the creator of this game Sah. And you are a part of it now.” I hung up the phone. I sat there.

RING RING RING RING.

My ears buzzing my nerves shaking how many fucking phones there were. I picked up the one I had dropped. “Please,please just leave me alone.”

“Sah..” the woman began once again. “You won the game Sah”

“What the FUCK are you talking about.”

“You remain loyal even when loyalty isn't extended, prostituting yourself for the filth Ben was..Sah you won.”

I threw the phone running down the stairs. Ben in the kitchen cooking. “Morning Gia.”

“Ben” I walked towards him his eyes blank.

“Ben..Ben” I pulled his body close.

He felt hollow, unreal. “Morning Gia”

“Be- Gia- whos Gia, Ben whos Gia!” I tried looking in his eyes soulless, lifeless.

“You are our savior you persisted” he said as I inched back.

He ran towards me plunging a knife in my back.

5.0 Money

“ah Gia” a white room, fluorescent lights,beeping and the smell of sanitizer filled the room.

“ Im so happy you’re back Gia” I looked down I was in a hospital gown. My back stung.

“Gia could you please speak for me Gia” The women who stood in front of me tall sleek looking with a lab coat looked at me.

“Sah” I corrected her “My name is Sah”

A look of despair filled her face instantly returning to a smile.

“So Gi-”

“SAH-, My name is fucking Sah” I had no more energy “ please just call me sah” I plead “ I have no idea whats going on, I need help my friend ben was dead now he’s alive.” I felt my tears coming down wiping my hands exposed to blood. I had no room to fight. I no longer cared if I was growing feathers. I wanted this all to end. “Please I'm sorry I never meant to disrupt peace. I don't want to win this game.

She was across the white room. She began walking towards me.Her heels clinked. Legs coming close her eyes piercing mine. Click clack she stopped. Click clack click clack. She inched at a slow and steady pace her face in mine.

“But Gia this is what you wanted. You won.” whispering in my ear as she laughed. As she went back there was a crowd of people and they were all..me blood on face metal card in hand. One of the Gias passed me the card.

“I won.” I whispered to myself

“You won. They repeated back.”