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“What are your intentions in The Games?”
This is the question I feared. It would be difficult to answer without being caught in a lie. Shecouldn’tanswer honestly. Saying that she wanted to topple the games from the inside out and free their blackmailed servants was both what they wantedto hear, and not what they wanted to hear. But getting caught in a lie could undoubtedly be worse. False intentions were a recipe for being hauled away to the processing center.
“To win,” Blue answered quietly.
Spike.
The question is painted red.
Shit.
Blue’s hit with a surge of higher voltage. This time a strangled cry escapes her lips, a mixture of both pleasure and pain, and when her body moves through its sensation, she looked at me, panting, heat flooding her cheeks. A look of pure desire.
This reallywasturning her on.
That still didn’t offer me much assurance in moving forward with the questioning.
I stare at the next question, the option forced to be given if she was caught in a lie. If she wasn’t caught in a lie, it would have offered a different question, but as extra punishment, she’s stuck with, “If your intention is not to win, what are your intentions with the games?”
Blue's nails scratched at the armrest as she contemplated her answer. A spark of rebellion flashed in her eyes. I knew this game was going to do us in, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.
“To go home,” she whispered, as if that might trick the graph.
It turned green.
I knew the weighty context behind her answer, but I wondered if the audience did. They could only suspect. It was smart of Blue to only feed further into their suspicions but give them no real answer. How could they know that she knew the fate disqualified Players met on this island?
The next question on my list changed, the text disappearing as another was written, and I realized they were now being written in real time as the audience interrogated her. It wasunfair. These bastards were sick, and I was realizing just how far they’d go to cover up their games. The dawning truth I never imagined. Interrogating people. Punishing people. These women signed their life away and they didn’t even know it.
All to prey on the weak and needy.
And for what?
My hesitance must have been too long because the intercom clicks on. “Ask the question, Vale,” Vaughn’s unmistakable voice sounds over the speaker.
I’m left with no choice if I’m to unravel us from this mess.
“What makes you think you will not be going home?”
Blue looks nervous for the first time. Her cheeks are still flushed, her chest still moving rapidly with her fast-paced breathing. She’s going through pleasure and pain and betrayal and far too much for anyone to bear. To think that she was just a normal person before getting wrapped up in all this. To think that I was just a tech company CEO. And now we’ll have the world’s most renowned billionaires after us for the rest of our lives for trying to expose their corruption.
“Aurelia,” Blue answers in a pained whisper. There’s fire in her eyes as they go distant. Blue’s angle is risky. Aurelia could be put on the chopping block with us, but the polygraph can’t sense it as a lie. She’s marked green.
The questions in my hand are rewritten once again. At this point, the only way out is to play it through. Hopefully. I’m half-expecting them to haul us out of here at any moment and take us to the processing center.
“Who is Aurelia?” I ask, the pain in my voice matching hers.
Blue turns to the two-way mirror, peering straight through glass into the surveying audience who determines her fate. She does so without fear, and once again, I’m enthralled by this woman’s tenacity.
“One of my own,” she answers strongly, leaving it at that.
The polygraph experiences a small spike, but not enough to trip. Her question turns green.
It’s supposed to be soundproof, but I swear I hear shouting going on behind the glass as the following questions disappear. Blue and I are bathed in silence, given no direction as we listen to the muffled tone of arguments happening behind the walls.
The intercom clicks on, and Blue and I tense.
“Tell us more,” Vaughn says over the intercom, but I can hear someone trying to interject. It sounds like Carrick, adamantly demanding Blue tell them why she knows the name Aurelia. “Where did you meet Aurelia?”
