“Oh my God,” I whispered, stepping back in shock.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The same man who had treated me with such disregard was now sprawled on the bathroom floor, unable to move, completely at the mercy of his own body. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and horror as I stared at him. This wasn’t what I had imagined.
I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as I tried to help him, but the reality of what I had done hit me hard. What was I supposed to do now? I had crossed a line. The joke I thought was funny had turned into something far more serious.
I grabbed my phone, trying to think clearly, but my mind was racing. What if something happened to him? What if I went too far?
I dialed the number of the only person I could trust—Emma. She picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?” she asked, her voice still thick with laughter from the bar.
“It’s bad,” I said, my voice shaky. “I think I made a huge mistake.”
The rest of the night was a blur of confusion and panic. By the time the paramedics arrived, Steve had passed out from the pain, his body betraying him in ways I never thought possible. As they loaded him into the ambulance, I stood there, a helpless spectator to my own actions.
And as I watched the lights of the ambulance fade into the distance, I realized that the game I had started was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.
