Would you rather? (On-going)

Prologue

"Would you rather cut your tongue and not able to talk nonshit or remove your eye and not able to see the truth? Timer starts, now." The voice from the speaker said.

"What the hell? No! I-i can't." She said then cry.

"One."

"Jasmine, listen, baby. You have to choose. Please, just choose. I can't bare to lose you too. Baby, please. I'm begging you." Ace said, her boyfriend.

"No! I won't do that!" She shouted then shook her head.

"Two."

"Baby please. Just choose." Now, Ace is kneeling in front of Jasmine. Shit.

"Three."

"I rather die than hurting myself, bitch!" She said then gets the speaker and throw it in the wall. NO!

"Thank you. Now, get ready for your consequences." Sabi nito at tila hindi man lang nabitak kahit kaunti. Ace quickly hugged Jasmine.

"Jasmine, bawiin mo ang sinabi mo!" Mherlyn shouted.

"I won't. I rather die." She said then smiled.

Bigla na lamang gumalaw ang buong silid na tila ay may lindol.

"L-look," Kristine said then pointed the ceiling "it's cracked." She continued.

Tumingin kami sa taas at tama nga siya, may bitak ang bubong, pero sa tapat lamang ni Jasmine ang may bitak. Dali daling tinulak ni Ace si Jasmine bago mahulog ang ilaw na nakasabit sa bubong. Pero hindi nakita ni Ace ang bagay na pinagtulakan niya kay Jasmine.

"J-jasmine! No! No! No!" Sabi ni Mherlyn saka tumakbo papunta sa direksiyon nito.

"Fuck! Jasmine, no baby. No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ace cursed then hug her.

"Baby, if I die. I want you to survive this game. Promise me! Promise me you'll rather live without me, than die for me." Sabi niya kahit hirap na hirap na.

"No, you'll never die. NEVER!"

"Just promise me! Fucking promise me!" Pain is visible on her eyes.

"I-i promise b-baby. I promise, I'll live without you." She smiled

"I love you baby. I love you, i hope you'll find someone better. Better than me." She said before losing her breath.

"Baby? Baby? BABY?! Fuck! NO! No!" Ace said while crying. Lahat kami ay napaiyak dahil sa sitwasyon namin ngayon, this is all my fault. My fucking goddamn fault.

Tinignan ko sila isa isa. There were fifty of us when we came here and started the game. But now, there are only five of us. Tell me, how? How can we end this fucking game? How can we survive together? Sino pang mamamatay? Sinong matitira? O may matitira pa nga ba? I'm so frustrated, I don't know what to do.

"Jonalie, you're next." Agad akong napalingon sa pinanggalingan noon. I'm dead.