"The solidarity of the night ached through me. I could vividly see a man through the castle hallways, beckoning me to follow in his lead to the bedroom. I knew... The game was in order. The nudity of our souls matched that of our bodies as the silence drove us both mad. Hands were bound and the gun was inevitably drawn... The sound of paced and heavy breathing was thinly heard from the slip in the door. Yet another man, beyond the vast space of the bedroom, watched with thick curiosity and an inability to stay composed. Trapped, I was, and compelled to shout at the man who gazed on at the events unfolding before him. As I played the game with one, the other could have sworn this was utter secrecy. 'I love you, why do you not love me?', his voice rippled through the taunting walls and shivered me to my core, for I resisted to comply. He continued to plead for what seems like hours... A bitter attempt to feel justified in this lust. Once unbound by the ropes that tied me there, I ran. Towards the open door. Towards the other man, who was frightened by the unforgiving sight. I was tripped but not  willing to give in. Once getting hold of the gun we had shamelessly used, I pointed  it straight at the man who I had a strong resentment for... As he subjected himself unto pleasure, a tear streamed to my lips. I could not contain the smile I had, for I finally won the game."