Johnson had said that if I didn't manage to convince him that his father lied to him, then he would keep in his bedroom for all my life like I keep shampoo beside my bed so that no one suspects about the white fluid on the bed sheets.

Anyway, I had taken this offer and in the end, I had won too. I managed to convince him that his father lied to him.

Like that, I saved myself from becoming a permanent paying guest—the kind you see in porno—of his bedroom.

And naturally, now that I won I could also go away and leave this level ten of the prison for good. Like a girl leaving the gangbang before the men get horny again.

My leg was also on fire so I extended my hand to get the bucket of water from Johnson but the chief guard pulled back his hand as if it was his virginity and he was a religious girl.

I told him again that now that I convinced him, I won and I am free to go but…

"What makes you think you can leave from here, Human?"

My heart skipped a beat like an underpaid musician.

I would have turned to Jack to express my shock more clearly but I was ignoring him.

So I only looked at Johnson with wide eyes. Eyes wide enough to compete with a prostitute whose customer happened to be one dollar short.

"Don't change the script, man. I won fair and square. I can leave this level now!" I barked.

"I see. It seems you have a misunderstanding here."

"There is no misunderstanding! I know what I am saying. I am not a kid who wants an ice cream made of his mother's milk."

"... Is that so? Then can you repeat the deal we made again?" Johnson asked, a little confused about the ice-cream part I just said. But he also had a smirk on his face.

I didn't like the smirk one bit and told him the deal we had made.

"You had told me that if I couldn't convince you that your father lied to you then you will make me stay in your bedroom as long as I am alive. But that didn't happen. Because I managed to convince you so as per our deal you now have to let me… go?"

My throat went parched. Parched like a vagina of a fat woman. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I suddenly realized something. Something horrifying.

Johnson saw my face and snapped his fingers.

"Exactly." He said. "You were so dumb that you never even made any deal in case you won the argument. The only deal we made was if you convince me, I won't take you to my bedroom. That's all there is to that. Haha!"

I held my head.

[ Every time I think my host couldn't be any worse, you outdo yourself. I am almost impressed at this point. ]

Ignoring the system's remark, I drowned in self hatred like a fat woman drowning in water because she mistook an inflatable float pool ring as a donut.

I was so focused on not going to Johnson's bedroom that I forgot to make a deal from my end.

If Johnson won, I would be his concubine.

But if I won, I made no deal of that!

I am such an idiot.

"Alright, pal. I'll wear my pants again. You already fucked up so I don't want to torment you more." Jack chimed in. I can't believe he was still naked after all this time. Thank goodness I decided to ignore him.

Johnson stared at me with his annoying smirk and I was near the end of my sanity like a prostitute waiting for her eighty year old customer to get hard.

"So you won't let me leave from here?" I asked.

Johnson shook his head. "No. You are a prisoner and I am a guard. Even if I won't spend the night with you, I can't let you just leave. And to put salt in your wounds, I must tell you that if you would have made a deal then I would have let you go."

Yep. He definitely seasoned salt on my wounds.

But enough is enough.

I looked around.

The soldiers were still burning behind me, Jack's dead body was also on fire and I was holding it, and not to mention my foot was on fire too.

Johnson was just in front of me and the path of my freedom was on my right. If not for the fire of my leg, I would have just made a run for the corridor on my right like a predator after seeing no security guards at the school gate.

I recalled everything that had happened here and made a decision.

"Fine. If you don't let me leave from here…"

I tightened my grip on Jack's dead body.

"I will leave myself!"

THAMM!

I threw Jack's burning dead body on Johnson.

Johnson wasn't expecting that so the burning body fell right on the guard's chest like a horny woman on the ugliest dude she could find.

The guard was already afraid of fire and I had given him a dead body that was on fire.

Before the chief guard could recover, I dashed and grabbed the metal bucket filled with water as if it was an unguarded boob. Johnson was about to drop it out of his fright for fire but I was fast enough to catch it because I was ready for it.

And then without waiting for a damn thing, I poured all the water inside the bucket on my burning right foot—like Satan pours oil in hell on writers who body shame women—quenching the fire that was, for some reason, too slow that it hadn't reached above my knee yet. Guess, that's how plot armor works.

Anyway, the water was enough to kill the fire and now I can finally put both of my feet on the ground like a pornstar after seven hours of continuous shooting.

"I will kill you, Human!" Johnson roared as expected. But his voice had shivers and pain in it. Jack's burning dead body was hugging him like a horny woman after all.

"Let's go, Jack! Now's our chance!" I shouted and ran to the corridor on my right like a cop after seeing a poor man to harass.

But I wasn't able to go too far because Jack shouted a reminder for me like an outdated calendar app.

"Don't leave my body, pal! Take it too. I won't be able to move far if the dead body stays here."

This bish. I gritted my teeth.

"If I go on to take your dead body, I will be captured by the guard. He would hold my hand or something. He is way stronger than me!"

"I know but you can't just leave my body here! You gave me your word!"

"Anghh. Fuck my word. I am not a man of my word. I am a woman who says she doesn't need men but cries for help the moment she gets a flat tire!"

"I don't care. If you don't take my body, I will make sure you don't leave this prison!"

Motherfuc—

"Fine, you bastard!"

I turned around, again, ready to dive inside the lion's den. Or more like a brothel consisted of men.

Watch over me, God.

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