Death Island

My beautiful avatar

Behind them Nara, Kirana and Mona open their shirts covered in the blood of a wolf, they use the clean part of the shirt to wipe the blood attached to their face and body, now only shirts with no arms wrapped around their bodies.

They already considered the four men in front of them to be their family and friends. The four men timidly tried to master everything that began to burn among many things that were difficult to explain with reason and logic, only faith still keeps their sanity in its path.

They just quietly set their feet to advance, calming the strange thumping on the chests of Kabir, Hendro and Junaid. Heru just looked at the three men beside him. He understands their sanity is being tested, as he is aware they are all still normal and have an ****worldly.

"However sane a cat when presented with a lump of meat that is still fresh which cat is resistant not to eat it" said Heru, he felt the oldest until he was obliged to remind the three men below him to continue to focus on many things not just.

"Align your brain and mind don't over-delay the ill-gotten vidio." His advice even though he himself had remembered his wife whom he had long left behind. "It's all because of that fucking Alberto" he said.

His hatred is so peaking that what else they are actually treated as trash just for the satisfaction of their pleasure with the stakes of life. Instead it was Albert who benefited in all this.

In space again virtual monogram plasma TV monitor Alberto appeared, now he was so enthusiastic sitting on the throne chair of his great soft and expensive.

"Welcome to the Death Island Game! Give support to all your heroes! For them ... so that your heroes are excited, strong and survive in the next combat zone!" alberto said in his friendly tone and raised his luxurious glass to invite all his judges to toast him.

The seven human children saw their faces plastered on the monitor screen and many more men and women, their faces plastered as well. Their profile picture, exactly like a game that is often played on a mobile phone.

"You just click on an option button, to choose whoever the hero you want to choose to play the game. Choose as you wish and respect! How much do they fit their personality and skills? And for whoever is most at stake he will be the next Queen or King." Alberto kuro said.

Looking at everyone through the other virtual on the monitor in front of his room, which is full of wide-screen plasma TVs that have been designed in such a way.

"The King or Queen who wins the highest bet then he is the one who has the right to challenge what your champion will go through" said Alberto Kuro with his instructions.

All the abductees must have played a game on their phones and laptops and now they are the pawns of choice for others to play in that game. The seven human children and other abductees are still fixated on noticing what else they will do after the instructions of an Alberto Kuro.

They saw everyone in a stuffy room full of cigarette smoke and liquor, various expensive and cheap brands were in their grasp, with various types of sexy clothes for women cover the beauty of their bodies and pearl ornate and diamond all over their ears, neck, ears and arms and fingers.

On the right hand with a drink glass and on the left with a cigarette with a slender pipe chopsticks, for their men in luxurious suits they may be VIP class on the top balcony, the top balcony, below the second grade they wear regular clothes with a variety of liquor like beer.

And the most basic parts of the depraved and immoral humans just passed by wearing only a sheet or two of clothes that covered their aurat.

All of them took out a kind of portable button from the table in front of them, and the men and women were busy pressing the button.

Kabir and all the abductees were only able to watch clearly, what fate they would determine in the next arena of the game, they did not know dozens or maybe even hundreds of people were in which area, what they do not know is that in parts of the world, they are busy choosing their heroes and changing all their avatar clothes.

All of their profile photos are changed with the variety of clothes they choose. Their faces were so happy to choose a hero and change his clothes like changing a shirt in his own Barbie doll.

They do not realize, if they are currently on the side of Kabir and other victims, they only think of pleasure and waste their money.

They are like competing to give likes and their comments also give the betting coin.

"Gee, cool! My value is more than you" Mona said as if she was a fool with everything she was used to being in the midst of humans who always take advantage of her advantages.

On the virtual monitor there is a value

Mona 79% she already wears tight black jeans and yellow sexy bikini cover the bulge of her front body, it is as exciting for every eye men who look. Hendro felt the heat in his heart and soul, he subconsciously clenched his hand.

Kirana 60%, she already wears jeans and a black tank top that wraps tightly around her body she looks beautiful without glasses***** the bottle.

"Wow! " that's all Kabir had in his heart to look at Kirana's face like a goddess hypnotized her.

Nara 60%, she already wears a mini skirt and boots up to her knees and a more polite piece of clothing from a bik*ni belonging to Mona in the bulge on the chest, and it opens in its per*t section. He looks so sweet like a innocent SMU schoolboy, "Beauty me!"nara said cheerfully.

"Damn it! They really chose a sexy avatar for us" Mona said upset at the fat bulge on her chest that excess as she wanted to spill out, he himself as an artist never wears such skimpy clothes.

"Yes look! Those bastard men really have a perverted mind in his brain that we need to bailer on." Umpat Kirana was upset she herself never went out of the house with the clothes. All three and a few women they didn't know looked very pretty and exciting to those with zebra noses.

Kabir, Hendro, Junaid are 45% each and some names they don't know there are about 20 men and women under their list.

"Fuck the turtle! My grades are lower than Miss Artist's," said Hendro upset and proud at the same time responding to all this. He feels proud that Mona is not only a good artist but she has something that makes her heart shake when she is close to him, he felt annoyed he was defeated by a woman whose maleness instinct was disturbed and crashed into a deep abyss.

"He's holding online gambling and us as the betting material? Goddamnit!" Kirana.

"Has all this indeed he did since the first Mr. Heru?" asked Kabir curiously.

"Yes! He always pitted all his pawns looking for who the winner was and will be pitted against the old winner of all there is only a Czech national winner he is a strong man whose iron neck they nicknamed him," said Heru.

"The iron neck? Like the concrete neck in the past I've heard my grandfather say there's a boxer with a concrete neck if not wrong!" said Nara.

"Are all challenges the same? I mean the race game, sir?" ask Junaid curiously.

"Normally the same, but this time it seems different. The proof is that he put in a pack of wolves. You see! Looks like it's not just us tonight facing a herd of wolves. All the inhabitants of Death Island." Heru continued to observe the virtual monogram in space.

The seven were silent, they did not know what else they would face on this strange island. "But why don't you get in the game?" kirana asked, Kirana's advantage that she has is analyzing something as fast as lightning.

"I would have long been considered dead had I been put into the game no one would have wanted to bet on me. They just need a new face" said Heru.

They're all curious, "Come on, let's get out of the way! I don't want any surprises to come and attack us easily!" said Heru.