A Group of Strangers Must Survive the Elite’s Killing Game
In hushed conversations, encrypted messages, and private gatherings, whispers spread of a ritual carried out by the powerful. A game where the wealthy and untouchable sought release from their boredom by hunting those they deemed “deplorable.”
Athena was their leader. Cold, calculating, and amused by cruelty, she promised her circle of elites that soon they would blow off steam at the manor. But even among predators, caution lingered. Her friends warned her not to speak so openly—words could leak, and exposure meant ruin.
Yet the plan was already in motion.
Chapter One: The Flight
A private jet cut through the night sky. Inside, champagne flowed, caviar gleamed, and laughter echoed. Richard, one of Athena’s companions, bragged to the flight attendant about his indulgence.
Then the mood shifted. A man stumbled into the cabin, dazed, drugged, confused. His presence was wrong—like a shadow that had slipped through the cracks.
The old man claiming to be a doctor approached, soothing, reassuring. But his kindness was a mask. In a sudden twist, he drove a pen into the stranger’s throat. Blood sprayed, chaos erupted. The victim fought back, smashing bottles, clawing for survival.
Athena moved with eerie calm. Her heel pierced his eye, silencing his screams.
The jet continued its journey, carrying death in its wake.
Chapter Two: Awakening in the Field
Morning.
A woman known only as Yoga Pants awoke in a field, gag locked into her mouth. Around her, others stirred—confused, bound, terrified.
In the center of the clearing stood a massive wooden box. When opened, it revealed a pig dressed in a shirt, trotting into the chaos like a grotesque herald. Beneath the pig’s theatrics lay something far darker: weapons.
The captives scrambled, unlocking their gags, arming themselves. But freedom was an illusion. Shots rang out from the treeline. Arrows sliced through the air. Grenades shattered bodies.
The hunt had begun.
Chapter Three: The Gas Station
Survivors staggered through the carnage, reaching a gas station run by an elderly couple. Desperate, they demanded answers. The couple claimed they were in Arkansas. A phone call to 911 brought only eerie calm from the operator.
Marshmallows poisoned. Survivors collapsing.
The couple revealed their true allegiance, drawing weapons, slaughtering those who remained. Their smiles twisted into masks of cruelty.
But one woman endured. Crystal. Silent, watchful, calculating.
Chapter Four: Crystal’s Revelation
Crystal entered the gas station, her demeanor unnervingly calm. She asked for cigarettes, paid with quiet precision. But when bloodstained money betrayed the lie, she struck.
The old woman slammed against the counter. The old man’s shotgun turned against him. Crystal dispatched them both with brutal efficiency.
She left with their radio, their weapons, and a growing awareness: this was no random nightmare. It was orchestrated.
Chapter Five: The Train
Crystal met Gary, another survivor. Together they fled, reaching train tracks, leaping aboard. Refugees huddled inside, pleading in foreign tongues. Gary’s paranoia flared—actors, he insisted, pawns of the elites.
The train stopped. Soldiers arrived. Refugees were real. Yet among them lurked another elite, hidden in plain sight.
A grenade. A struggle. An explosion that tore the masquerade apart.
Gary fled. Crystal was taken to a camp.
Chapter Six: The Embassy
In Croatia, Crystal learned the truth: she was far from home. Another survivor, Dawn, joined her. The U.S. embassy promised salvation.
But salvation was a mask. The ambassador was no savior. He was part of the game.
Crystal’s instincts flared. She killed him, uncovering maps, secrets, and proof of betrayal. Dawn panicked, but Crystal pressed forward.
The hunt was not over.
Chapter Seven: The Bunker
Night fell on a bunker where elites debated politics, climate, philanthropy. Their words dripped with hypocrisy. They spoke of saving the world even as they orchestrated slaughter.
Sergeant Dale, a seasoned veteran, trained them for survival. But survival against Crystal was impossible.
Richard fell first, throat cut in the dark. The pig wandered into gunfire, a grotesque casualty. Then Crystal descended, a storm of violence, cutting through the elites one by one.
Dawn revealed his betrayal. Crystal ended him without hesitation.
Chapter Eight: Athena’s House
At last, Crystal reached Athena.
The mansion loomed, pristine and silent. Athena waited, radio in hand, demanding Crystal leave her weapon.
Inside, the two women faced each other. Athena spoke of ruin, of online hate, of lives destroyed by rumor. She claimed Crystal was guilty, her family broken, her past stained.
But Crystal revealed the truth: they had the wrong woman. A case of mistaken identity.
Athena refused to believe.
Chapter Nine: The Final Duel
The fight was brutal. Athena, trained for months, proved formidable. Blades clashed, blood spilled. Crystal was wounded, stabbed with a blender blade. But she endured, turning the weapon against Athena.
Exhausted, both collapsed. Athena gasped her final words, speaking of Orwell’s Animal Farm, of Snowball the pig. She believed Crystal was Snowball.
But Crystal corrected her. Snowball was an idealist, betrayed by lies. The name suited Athena better.
Athena died.
Epilogue: The Flight Home
Crystal rose, bloodied but alive. She dressed in Athena’s gown, took her dog, and walked into the night.
The private jet awaited. The pilot, trembling, obeyed her command.
Inside, Crystal sat with the flight attendant. Champagne poured, caviar gleamed.
The hunt was over.
But the mystery remained.
