Wall of Torture Instruments

Josie's POV(Continued)

“I’m not so sure about that.” I nibbled on my tongue worriedly. “What are the particulars of the game exactly?”

“What if I show you?”

Um…… that didn’t sound so bad.

“Okay, then. Show me.”

In answer, he took hold of my elbow and guided me out of the ballroom. As crowded as the place was, we didn’t run into a single person. They all parted like the red sea before Moses before we even got anywhere near them. It was odd and creepy to say the least.

Before I knew it, we were outside the ballroom.

“This way.” he announced as we began our walk down the opposite hall the bitchy maitre d’ and I came from.