Chapter 1
When Verna Clark woke up, she found herself leaning against the handrail of the stairs. Looking down from the top, the dark and eerie corridor seemed to spiral down into darkness.
Squinting her eyes, Verna Clark couldn’t see anything clearly.
“What is this place? How did I end up here?” Verna Clark rubbed her forehead. She vaguely remembered that just a second ago she was at home, getting ready for bed. How did everything change in the blink of an eye?
Following her instincts, she decided to go downstairs and see where she was.
As Verna Clark descended one floor after another, she became more and more unsettled. After ten minutes or so, she seemed to return to the starting point. She saw a crumpled piece of paper on the floor, the same one she saw at the beginning. How could it still be here?
Picking up the crumpled paper, Verna Clark slowly unfolded it. On the yellowed paper, there was a squiggly number written in black marker - “3”.
“What does 3 mean? Is this some kind of number game?”
Looking around, Verna Clark noticed a door at the corner of the stairs. It should be the door to a safe passage. She immediately opened it and what she saw outside were two elevators and a wasteland.
Yes, a wasteland, completely bare and unfinished.
Verna Clark swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the elevator indicator light as it continued to climb, skipping from 10 to 18... Without thinking, she immediately pressed the up button.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally heard a ding, and one of the elevator doors slowly opened. However, upon seeing the scene inside the elevator, she was frozen in shock.
There were two men and a woman standing inside the elevator. One of the men was overweight, with a face covered in fat, buried in the woman’s neck as he licked and nibbled. His short, thick, black member thrust urgently into the woman’s wet and dripping hole, and the woman, being relentlessly fucked, tilted her head back, one fair and tender thigh hooked over the man’s waist, while her hands clung to his shoulders, moaning and panting.
"Oh, so intense, you’re fucking me so fast and so comfortably, oh, go deeper, I want it inside my little hole, oh!”
“You fucking bitch, I’ll tear your little hole apart!”
As he spoke, the man forcefully thrust his hips, burying his black member completely, causing the sound of wetness to fill the elevator.
Verna Clark’s face turned red with embarrassment, unsure whether or not to enter the elevator.
“If you don’t come in soon, the elevator doors will close.”
A cold male voice pierced her ears.
Verna Clark looked at the other man, who lazily leaned against the elevator wall, his arms folded across his chest. His handsomely refined face tilted at a slight angle, with thin lips curling into an attractive arc.
He stared at her, his dark pupils devoid of any desire.
“Only five seconds left, if you don’t come in, you won’t catch the elevator.”
“Five...”
“Four...”
“Three...”
“Two...”
“One...”
The moment the number dropped, the elevator doors slowly closed with a ding. At the last second, Verna Clark briskly stepped into the elevator. She didn’t dare to take a risk. In this inexplicable environment, the consequences would be unimaginable if she couldn’t catch the second elevator.
In the narrow space, the man and woman next to her were still immersed in ecstatic lovemaking, and Verna Clark’s face was so red that it felt like blood would pour out.
“It’s not a big deal, you’ll get used to it later.”
The man’s cold and pleasant voice rang in her ears. Verna Clark suddenly took a step back. When did they get so close?
“You’re too nervous, you have to learn to relax your body.”
The man reached out, lifting her chin, and his handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Verna Clark wanted to step back, but the elevator door behind her was closed, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
“Excuse me, where is this place?” the man’s intense scent filled her nostrils. Verna Clark placed her hand against the man’s chest, trying to create as much distance between them as possible.
The man chuckled lightly, seemingly amused by her actions.
“This place is a small world.”
“A small world?” Verna Clark raised her eyebrows, looking confused.
The man nodded indifferently, as a large hand slowly traced her jawline, gliding down to her neck. Verna Clark squirmed a bit, feeling ticklish, and was about to object to his behavior when she was stunned into silence by his next words.
“This is a paradise and hell for men and women. You need to accept one real-life show after another. Only by advancing can you have a chance to survive. Of course, if you are unfortunate enough to fail...” The man leaned in close to Verna Clark’s ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, causing a shiver.
“Does failure directly lead to death?” The ambiguous position made Verna Clark’s whole body start to heat up, and coupled with the passionate live sex happening next to her, she could distinctly feel a gush of moisture between her legs.
As a single woman of a certain age, she wasn’t completely inexperienced in sexual activities, but she was very restrained in that regard.
The man’s fingertips slid to her neckline, skillfully unbuttoning her buttons, and then he responded, “It’s not just death that awaits you, but you’ll also become food for the livestock.”
