Chapter 7.

A cardboard house.

When they both reached the end of the slide, they could immediately notice that they were in a strange place, there were no divisions, as if it were a cardboard box, wondering then what kind of madness they would have to live at that moment, both knew that they had been living on the edge, but it was impossible for them to know how much time had passed, their thin bodies were the living image of the lack of food and the expression lines on their face were the living example of the lack of hydration and little exposure to sunlight, everything seemed against them and perhaps it was. 

Meanwhile, on the previous floor, Chester was collecting the body parts of a man who had not survived the level, and he laughed, because for each one of them that died, his children suffered respiratory arrest outside... it was as if even though he knew that most of those children were his, he had no compassion for them, ¿could such a person be called "Human"? The truth is that he did not deserve to be called that way, not even if he faced the devil who would be able to defeat him, since most likely the devil would sit down and take note of his perversion, but he was not the only one who thought that way, there were other people around the world who had his same pathology, and good humanity seemed to disappear or hide behind a mask to fool any disguised predator...

The crimes did not stop, but the number of people who claimed to have committed those crimes was increasing, while their original author smiled at such social decadence, humanity perhaps did not deserve the privileges of living and that was something Chester was aware of, that was why perhaps that was the cause of his resentment with society, but the truth surpassed any fiction, and it was that a narcissistic being like him, was pleased by the pain of others and rejoiced in looking down on people... for Chester, there was no one better than him and he himself knew that, of course, the man had very high standards and a very big ego and the more time passed, more men and women died in the traps of that labyrinth that he called a playhouse, but ¿why did he like to psychologically torture Glades and Emily so much? The answer was easy, they had the gift of pleasing him by forcing an impossible freedom, but their bravery was to be admired, that is why he always focused more on them than on the other people who had also had their children with him...

Perhaps a small part of his heart felt sorry for the children of both women, since in some sadistic way he felt empathy with them or he was simply waiting for the perfect moment to finish them all off, since it was evident that no one had managed to get out of that labyrinth alive; In fact, no one managed to get past the third level and there they were making the difference, hence the satisfaction of Chester, who saw them as characters in a video game who go to the limit, managing to go through the increasing obstacles, but ¿could they really get through them all or would they get tired at some point? The story was just about to be told, because of course Chester loved to live the development of each character, from the most daring to the most timid, it was a peculiar way of letting them know that he had the power...

It was around 7:30 in the morning, Glades and Emily had fallen asleep on that floor where everything seemed like cardboard, tiredness had won and their aching bodies were beginning to loosen a little, which made it much more uncomfortable than it already was, both lying on the floor slept with the certain hope that when they woke up everything would be a horrible nightmare, however, nothing was different, since a door opened and Chester entered, who left the each of them an apple and a glass of water, then he caressed Emily's face tracing a path from her chin to her breasts, which he caressed delicately, then going down her abdomen and introducing one of his hands into her private parts, he pulled down her pants, which made her open her eyes, but before she could scream he covered her mouth... 

Emily's senses went off, he didn't move his hand, but she felt vulnerable being such an intimate part of him, he looked at her with such a perverted feature in his eyes that it made her insides tremble... Tears spilled from her eyes again, she even tried to pull his hands away from her body, but then one of Chester's legs was placed near Emily's neck indicating who had the power, so, she gave up, decided to pull her hands away and close her eyes expecting the worst, then he removed his hand from her femininity and ran it over her torso under her blouse... then, staring at her he said: what you just did I hope Let it not happen again… If I love you I want to touch you, I have the power to do it, if I want to possess you, you are in my domain and you must not fight against me; ¿is that clear beautiful Emily?, so she nodded and he said to her: well, for now take off that face of fright and it will be better that you eat, because what comes next will be much more interesting than you think.

Thus, Chester got up and left the room, Emily trembling sobbed and hugged her own legs feeling disgusted of what had just happened, then she saw Glades who was sleeping and for a moment he approached her, surrounded her with his arms and hugged her falling asleep for the moments, until Glades woke up so they could continue...