The Game

For the next twelve hours I was treaded more like a guest than a prisoner. I was served dinner, I was allowed to take shower, and they even gave me something more comfortable to sleep. No one asked me to do anything… that made me anxious. I wondered if the special care they gave me was something like the final meal served to a prisoner right before a death sentence…

After spending a nighttime struggling to make my eyes close, due to stress and jetlag, someone finally visited me… It was Okada and some other man that looked like a technician.

“Good morning, Ms. Kowalsky. Did you sleep well?” he greeted me with a sarcastic smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Okada… What do you think?” I replied, annoyed.

“Truth telling, I don't care,” he chuckled then grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the desk, and forced me to sit on the chair placed right by it.

The other man, who came with Okada, put a laptop a