The Recall Trials Chapter 81: Omg, She Did Fuck the Monster

The speakers crackled overhead.

"All contestants. Report to the common room in ten minutes.

Noncompliance will result in imdiate penalty."

The voice died.

Silence swallowed us whole.

Then chaos.

Zaara was the first to move.

She shot out of bed like she’d just rembered who she was supposed to be. The sheet fell to her waist. Her chest heaved. Her fingers scrambled across the floor for her lingerie.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Nomi stayed in bed, yawned and stretched like a cat in silk sheets. Still naked. "Well... that killed the mood."

I said nothing.

I pulled on my shorts. My mind wasn’t even here. It was still back there...in the chaos, the heat, the way our bodies had betrayed everything.

Zaara’s hands shook as she pulled on the lingerie. "This didn’t an anything," she muttered, almost to herself. "We were drugged. We were set up."

Nomi scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Sure sweetheart. Bla the drink, not the way you were moaning like a prayer and now suddenly you’re holy?"

Zaara spun." Don’t start with ."

"I didn’t," Nomi shrugged. "Your mouth did. On my lips. On his neck."

Zaara hissed, glaring at her.

"You kissed ," Nomi fired back, standing now, slipping into a silk robe. "You wanted him. Then you wanted . And then you wanted both. Just own it."

"Shut up."

I moved to grab my shirt.

Stopped.

Stared at them.

They weren’t talking to . Not really.

They were fighting the version of themselves they saw last night. The one the ga dragged out. The one the drugs didn’t create....it just unleashed.

I pulled my shirt over my head.

Now, I was just... the consequence.

Zaara turned to finally.

Her eyes searched mine.

But I didn’t say a word.

Neither did she.

Just...blank space. Like we never touched. Like her lips hadn’t just been on mine. Like none of it happened.

We didn’t speak.

Didn’t have to.

Because silence was louder than any accusation.

Eight minutes.

We stepped into the hallway.

Other doors creaked open. Contestants stumbled out, with ssy hair , heavy eyes, looking wrecked.

Jojo stumbled out in a hoodie, her eyeliner smudged like war paint. She blinked at us, then looked away fast, cheeks red. The girl she’d dragged into Room Six followed behind her, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

So still wore the leopard lingerie, now awkward and out of place in the morning. So were already halfway through hangovers.

We stepped into the main room.

Around thirty contestants had gathered already, still pulling on sleeves or zipping up their jumpsuits. So had bloodshot eyes. A few were crying quietly.

And then...

Whispers started.

I moved toward the locker wall.

Grabbed my jumpsuit.

Pulled it on over the remnants of last night’s scent still clinging to my skin.

The speakers buzzed again.

"Congratulations, contestants. You have completed the seventh trial."

Everyone froze.

Whispers stopped.

Soone coughed.

Then a girl near the back stepped forward.

"...Seventh?"

Jojo’s mumbled, "That can’t be right. We only did six..."

I blinked.

Trial Seven?

Zaara whispered, "Wait—what?"

Then it clicked.

Jojo’s voice cracked through the silence.

"You an that last night....was the trial?"

People started shifting.

"Wait, they watched?"

"That wasn’t a ga...it was... a party."

Zaara’s jaw clenched beside .

Nomi laughed.

A test of what?

Self-control?

Desire?

Insanity?

The speaker crackled again.

"Trial Seven: The Test of Temptation.

It was designed to test your restraint, emotional control, and psychological loyalty. The drinks were dosed with Class-B aphrodisiacs.."

Silence again.

Then....

Screams.

Shouts.

"What the fuck?!"

"I didn’t even want to do that.."

"I was with soone I didn’t even know."

Theo sat down and buried his head in his hands. Soone else threw up into a trash bin. Another girl started sobbing in the corner. The emotional whiplash was real.

Nomi stood tall, arms crossed. "They didn’t force anything. They just pushed. The rest? That was us."

Zaara stood still beside .

Then she whispered behind .

"They turned us into a fucking sex experint."

Theo turned, his face pale. "They drugged us to watch us hook up?"

The voice continued:

"The footage was stread live to select sponsors and elite donors," the voice added. "Every move. Every kiss. Every betrayal. Congratulations....so of you were the highest-rated perforrs of the season."

The room was still reeling from the announcent.

Everyone was too stunned, too exposed. Literally, our secrets were sared on the walls for the world to see.

And that’s when he said it.

Dinesh.

Fucking Dinesh.

With his smug smile and his stupid little chuckle.

"Damn, Zaara..." he folded his arms. "So it’s true. You actually let the monster fuck you last night."

The room snapped its head toward her.

Zaara stiffened.

Her eyes flared.

"Shut. The fuck. Up."

Dinesh raised both brows. "Oh, don’t act like it’s a secret now.."

A few people laughed under their breath.

And then...

Theo’s head jerked up.

He’d just walked in, a cup of water halfway to his mouth.

"What?" Theo asked.

Dinesh didn’t even blink. "Didn’t you hear? Our little princess zaara got hungry last night. Shared a bed with our friendly neighborhood psycho and that kinky bitch from Sector B."

Everyone turned toward Nomi.

But she didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

She just sipped from a half-empty juice box soone had left behind, licked her lips, and smiled like she’d just been complinted.

Then she shrugged.

"Kinky bitch?" she echoed. "if being a kinky bitch ans I ca twice and didn’t fake a damn thing? Then yeah, sweetie...guilty as charged."

Dinesh opened his mouth, but she cut him off with a wicked grin.

"Newsflash, sweetie. I ca. Twice. So unless you’ve got sothing more impressive than that half-baked ego, maybe shut up and take notes next ti."

A few people stifled laughs.

Even Dinesh hesitated.

Then Nomi winked, tossed the juice box at his chest, and walked off.

Then Theo.

"...Is that true?"

Zaara didn’t speak.

She didn’t move.

Her lips parted like she might say sothing...but nothing ca out.