“So who’s gonna die today?”

I look down at my feet as the roulette wheel spins around and around again. Never ending. Maybe that what I feel because that’s what I want, for time to stop, no… rewind.

“Red 13!”

The man next to me drops dead, falling into the hands of the old widow, then finally finds his place between between her stilettos and the young boys cleats. Everyone is stoned faced not daring to cry and trying there best to repress there emotions. Anything that will draw attention to them will get us killed.

A man on the other side of the room cracks and falls to his hands and knees. I don’t dare look. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Abby cluches my hand as a silent reminder to keep calm and play the game. That’s what the announcer kept yelling after any brutal display of his power. Keep calm and play the god damn game.