71. The Dark Games

The first part of the chapter y'all waited for...

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Amrita paced through the cold, dimly lit halls of her underground office. The soft hum of fluorescent lights echoed off the concrete walls, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

Her mind was sharp with purpose, her gaze fixed ahead as she made her way toward the hidden basement.

The room she approached was designed to terrify, a place where even the strongest of wills would crack.

It was in this space that she intended to exact her own version of justice.

The smell of damp earth and metal lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the horrors that had unfolded within these walls.

But for Amrita, it was a sanctuary—a place where her enemies would be made to pay for their actions.

She reached the heavy steel door that led to the basement and slid a card through the scanner.

With a hiss, the door unlocked, and the heavy slab of metal creaked open.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor. The dim light illuminated the shadows of two figures chained to the wall.

Ishika's chacha and chachi were barely recognizable. Their faces were swollen with bruises, their clothes bloodied. They had been tortured—broken.

The man’s face was swollen, dark purple and blue marks covering his features.

His wife was no better—her eyes swollen shut, and cuts marred her face. Amrita’s lips curled into a cold smile as she looked at them.

"Welcome," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How nice of you to join me."

They didn’t respond, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain from their injuries was clear in their faces, and their bodies trembled from the weight of the chains holding them against the cold stone.

Amrita took a few steps toward them, her heels clicking louder with each stride.

She stopped just in front of them, bending down so she could look into their eyes.

“You see, I’ve been playing my favorite games,” she said softly, her voice laced with venom. “I really hope you’re ready for those amazing games.”

The sound of heels tapping against the floor echoed from behind her, and Amrita turned to see Ananya and Mahima enter.

Both were dressed in dark clothing, the atmosphere around them cold and foreboding.

They walked toward Amrita, each of them taking a seat in black leather chairs positioned on the far side of the room. Amrita took her place between them, cross-legged in her chair, her fingers idly tapping on the armrest as she surveyed the scene before her.

Aarush entered the room then with his bodyguards bringing Aman and Divya's grandmother, his eyes scanned the surroundings.

His gaze locked onto the two figures chained to the wall, his expression shifting from confusion to shock. His and his bodyguards jaw dropped as he saw their condition.

“What is this?” Aarush demanded, his voice thick with disbelief as he looked from Amrita to Ishika's chacha and chachi.

Amrita raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “This is my dark little playground. Welcome.”

His bodyguards threw Aman and Divya's grandmother near Ishika's chacha and chachi and came back.

With a snap of her fingers, Amrita whistled sharply. The sound echoed in the room, and from the shadows, a series of figures emerged.

Tall, muscular, and terrifying. They were clad in black, their eyes glinting with the hunger of predators. Amrita’s game was about to begin.

Ananya clapped her hands once, and immediately, the chains binding Ishika's chacha and chachi to the wall loosened, falling with a loud clank to the ground.

The two figures slumped, their bodies barely able to support themselves as they tried to stand. The sound of the chains falling echoed ominously throughout the basement.

Amrita smiled cruelly, standing from her chair. "Now, let’s have some real fun," she said, her eyes gleaming.

Mahima raised a hand, and a glass wall slowly rose from the ground between them and their captives.

The thick, transparent barrier trapped Ishika's chacha and chachi, Aman, and Divya's grandmother on one side, while Amrita, Ananya, and Mahima remained on the other.

Ananya stood from her chair, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her eyes locked onto their captives. “The first game is my favorite,” she said with a wicked grin. “It’s called out or out.”

She stepped forward, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she paced around the glass wall.

“In this game, the wolves will be the ones chasing you. And if you get caught…” She let the words hang in the air for a moment, the weight of them sinking in. “Well, you’ll be their food.”

Aarush stood there, his body frozen with shock. His eyes flicked between the four captives, their wide, terrified expressions, and the girls who were so calm and composed.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This wasn’t just a game; it was something far darker.

Amrita whistled again, the sound sharp and clear. A low growl echoed from the shadows, and suddenly, four massive wolves stepped into the light, their fur dark and gleaming.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their teeth were bared, hungry for blood.

Ananya smiled wickedly, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Run, little mice. Run for your lives,” she taunted, her voice dripping with malice.

The moment the wolves lunged forward, the four scrambled to their feet, their faces pale with terror. They all shouted, “No! No, please!” His voice cracked with fear.

“Please, no!” Ishika's chachi cried, her body trembling as she looked at the wolves approaching.

But it was too late. The wolves had already begun their hunt, their claws clicking against the stone floor as they closed in on their prey.

The four stumbled, their legs shaking as they ran as fast as they could, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

They darted toward the corners of the room, desperately trying to escape.

Amrita, Ananya, and Mahima watched with cold amusement as the two helpless figures tried to escape, their panicked cries filling the air.

Aarush stood frozen, his face pale as he watched the scene unfold before him.

This was no longer a game. It was a nightmare.

But the wolves were faster, relentless in their pursuit. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of fear as the wolves closed in on their prey.

Amrita’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as the figures of Ishika’s chacha and chachi, Aman, and Divya’s grandmother stumbled around, desperately trying to escape the relentless predators.

The wolves, vicious and hungry, lunged toward them with terrifying speed. Each time they were caught, the victims screamed in agony, their voices echoing off the walls of the dark basement.

Aarush stood frozen, his face cold, but a smirk began to tug at the corner of his lips. This is what they actually deserved.

No empathy, no mercy. His eyes gleamed as he watched the carnage unfold. There was no hesitation in his gaze, only a twisted satisfaction.

The chacha shrieked as the first wolf sank its teeth into his leg, ripping through his flesh with a sickening crunch.

His body jerked violently, his face contorted in pain as he tried to pull away. But it was futile.

The wolf growled, tearing at the wound, dragging him toward the ground.

Meanwhile, the other wolf had taken hold of the chachi’s arm, sinking its teeth into her fragile skin.

The woman screamed in terror, her body writhing in the desperate attempt to escape, but the wolf’s grip was unyielding.

Aman, the once powerful man, now reduced to a whimpering mess, was cornered by another wolf.

It lunged at him with savage intent, sinking its teeth into his abdomen. His eyes went wide with pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the blood poured from his wound.

He tried to punch the wolf, but his strength was no match for the creature’s raw power.

Divya’s grandmother, old and frail, had fallen to the floor in fear, but the fourth wolf pounced on her with deadly accuracy.

Its claws scraped across her skin as it gnawed at her legs, drawing blood. Her shrieks filled the room as the wolf tore at her flesh.

Aarush watched with a cold satisfaction, his smirk widening as the victims continued to struggle.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, fully aware of how powerless they were.

Amrita, Ananya, and Mahima sat comfortably in their chairs, their eyes never leaving the gruesome spectacle.

The girls were unfazed, as though they had witnessed such scenes countless times before.

Amrita’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her eyes flicking over to Aarush. “Comfortable, aren’t you?” she asked with mock sweetness, her tone dripping with amusement.

Aarush didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the chaos in front of him, his expression dark and unreadable. His heart raced, and his smirk deepened.

Finally, after a few agonizing moments of watching the wolves tear into their victims, Amrita raised her hand, her fingers snapping loudly in the silence of the room.

The wolves stopped, as if frozen in time. They looked back toward Amrita, their blood-stained jaws dripping as they withdrew into the shadows, their growls fading away.

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The four figures lay on the cold, damp floor, their bodies battered and bloody.

Their faces were twisted in agony, their breath shallow and ragged. The scent of blood and fear still lingered in the air, and the tension was palpable.

Amrita leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in on the broken figures before her.

“You see,” she said, her voice cold and calculated, “this is just the beginning. The wolves may have had their fun, but now, it’s our turn to play.”

Ananya stepped forward from her chair, a sadistic grin playing on her lips. She took hold of a metal rod against the wall and the four people were chained immediately, to the place where they were.

The four begged their voices out, terrified of what might happen next. “Begging won’t save you,” she whispered, her voice cold. “This is just the warm-up.”

Mahima watched with a satisfied expression as Ananya continued.

She stood up from her seat, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I love the sound of their cries,” she said with a smile. “It’s music to my ears.”

Amrita nodded, her eyes flicking over the room. “Let’s make it a little more interesting, shall we?” She moved toward a small control panel on the side of the room and pressed a button.

Instantly, the glass wall rose, revealing a small section of the floor where a strange mechanism began to spin.

“This is my favorite game,” Amrita said, her voice taking on a darker tone. “The Spikes of Pain.”

The mechanism began to spin faster, and the floor beneath their victims shifted. Small metal spikes began to rise from the ground, aimed directly at their bodies.

The chacha tried to move, but the chains kept him locked in place. His face twisted in agony as the spikes inched closer.

The victims’ screams filled the room once more, but it was nothing more than a background noise for the twisted fun unfolding before them.

Amrita grinned. “Let’s see who survives this.” She looked back at Aarush, "Wanna join?" She asked with a smirk on her face

"Gladly" Aarush replied, moving towards the girls.

There remained for red buttons and each of them put their hands on them.

"Ready?" Ananya smirked

"Three" Mahima counted

"Two" Aarush continued

"One" Amrita smirked "Go!"

With a push of the buttons, they set the spikes into motion, sending them toward the victims’ bodies.

Each scream was louder than the last, but nothing could stop the inevitable. The pain, the torture, the fear—it was all part of the game.

The last few minutes felt like hours. The chacha and chachi were covered in blood, their faces contorted in agony as the spikes tore into them. Divya’s grandmother was barely conscious, her body twisted in pain.

As the victims’ cries began to fade, Amrita turned back, her face cold and calculating. “We have plenty more games to play. But for now, I'm done here.”

Mahima, Ananya and Aarush nodded as they took seats beside her.

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