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I turn the corner and burst down the hall with my blonde hair flying behind me. My phone is in my hand since I grabbed it and escaped before the soldiers could catch me. Like a mouse in a maze, I run and turn corners. I don't know where to go, but I must go somewhere. Run somewhere. Anywhere. My phone chimes in my hand and I hold it up to look at it. Low battery. It's now or never.
I tap a social media app and livestream, touching the little arrows in the top corner to flip the camera around into selfie mode. I have over 24,000 followers. Surely, some will watch this when they get the notification that I'm live. I press the button to confirm a connection is established and look over my shoulder to see three soldiers in pursuit, all armed with rifles. The worst part isn't being chased by them... It's the fact I'm naked, and my tits are swinging everywhere. Not to mention them getting a clear view of my ass that I'm sure they're staring at.
"Get back here!" one soldier screams through a mask. Their masks are fucking freaky, so I'd rather they stay far away from me. They are dressed in full tactical gear, which is common in the special forces of any country's military. These soldiers aren't military. Oh, no. Far from it. They work for an organization... a very dark and disturbing one.
I tilt my phone and adjust it to ensure my face is in the frame. I'm beat up. "Okay, guys, listen to me!" I yell at the screen.
"She's livestreaming!" a different soldier yells. I look over my shoulder and they've picked up the pace. I can only run for so long barefoot. They'll catch me.
I see some followers join the stream. Now's my chance. "The Octagon of Sin is real! Okay?! It's real! Remember this name! Octagon of Sin!" I yell. I stare at myself in the reflection and dart around another corner. "Someone, anyone, please listen. I don't have much time. This place is a maze."
I watch the chat messages pop up at the bottom of the screen.
What's the Octagon of Sin?
Oh, cool! Is this a promo?
"No, you idiots!" I pan the camera down so it shows my body. "I'm fucking naked! Do you think I'd be running from these three..." I move the phone so it looks over my shoulder, showing the three soldiers gaining ground on me. "...naked for some stupid promo?"
Holy shit!
You said you would never do content like this...
My chest feels heavy and my feet ache. They're getting closer, and the pounding of their shoes on the concrete is now in my ears. "Someone please record this and spread it..."
"Got you!" a soldier yells, and I'm tackled to the ground from behind. I tumble and smash into the cold concrete with the soldier landing on top of me. I have to ignore the pain. I grunt and throw an elbow, smashing the soldier in the mask, and he fumbles backward.
I reach for my phone but it's too far away, so I get up on my hands and knees to crawl. A thick combat boot presses down on the back of my head and I eat concrete again. "Ahh! Fuck!" I grab the boot and try to move it, but it doesn't budge.
"Oh, look. Face down, ass up. Your favorite," the soldier mutters. It's a woman soldier. She removes her boot from the back of my head and walks ahead of me.
I crane my neck and watch her bend down and grab my phone. "Shut up!" I yell at her.
"Sorry, this content creator has been banned," the woman chuckles. Her voice is deep and scrambled because of the mask on her face.
The two other soldiers on either side of me laugh. "Just let me go..." I beg.
"I'm afraid we can't do that," the woman says.
She shifts the phone around, out of selfie mode, and points it at me. Her two goons lift me by the arms and onto my knees.
"Don't run from your fate," the soldier on my right says.
"Whatever," I say. "This was streamed. So, you guys are fucked."
The woman soldier, who gives off boss vibes, bends her head back and laughs at the ceiling, exposing some of the more intricate portions of her mask. She laughs for a few more seconds before stopping and looking at me like I'm lower than her. I guess I am, but I doubt any of these soldiers would fight in that octagon. "Oh, sweetheart. We don't care. The Octagon of Sin has some powerful people on the payroll. This video will do nothing."
"You repeated the name..." I say in disbelief.
The woman slams the phone to the ground, completely shattering the screen. She stomps on it with her boot and smears it by twisting her foot around. "Like I said, we don't care."
I slouch down in defeat. "I see..."
There's no point struggling now, and I watch the woman soldier walk around me while I'm held in place. I feel the nuzzle of her rifle press against the back of my head. This is it. I honestly have nothing left besides a bunch of simps who follow me. I'm happy with my choice to risk everything when I have nothing to lose. And that includes risking my life.
"Any last words?" the woman soldier asks.
I think for a moment since it's the last thinking I'll ever do. "No."
The soldier fires, and there's a brief flash through the dark hallway. It's the last thing I hear before I fall forward into the everlasting darkness and take my last breath.