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[indent][indent]Maya Soto’s life was suddenly a movie, so it seemed. The genre? Yet to be determined… but hopefully it wasn’t a horror film, despite the ominous nature of the suitcase and the blackmail. Okay, so maybe it was looking to be the introduction to a horror movie. Maya was probably heading to her own murder, or a human trafficking ring, or something equally as awful, but hey! At least she was riding first class on her way to it! Nothing like going out in style. Was this how the one percenters got to live? Maya had never even flown on an airplane before, let alone first class. When the flight attendant offered her a hard beverage, you bet your ass she took it. Maya needed something strong to help shake these nerves.

The Glacier Park International Airport was quaint compared to the one in Arizona that she had taken off from. Maya had her carry on full of art supplies — pencils, ink pens, charcoal, watercolor paints, and sketchbooks of various grades of paper, and a suitcase with everything from athletic adventure clothes to formal ball attire. She had both bags in tow when she encountered Mr. Spooky, the suited… butler? Honestly, what was her life right now? She was getting in a car, with this elderly stranger, and most definitely heading towards her death.

The young brunette sat in the backseat of the luxury vehicle and stared down at the note that the man in the airport had stealthily passed to her. What kind of game were these rich bastards playing with her? Of course she didn’t trust them! Why would she have any reason to trust people that literally blackmailed her onto a plane flight to Montana? The only reason she was even here was because her life was [i]quite literally[/i] hanging in the balance. Maya crumpled the note up and stuffed it into her jacket pocket, trying to put it out of her mind for the time being.

[color=ffb3a7][b]“Oh my [i]god[/i].”[/b][/color] Maya remarked in awe as the boat approached her final destination. If she had thought that the five thousand dollars, first class seat, Range Rover, suited butler man, and the boat ride to a [i]private island[/i] were extra… the residence located on said private island put all of those things to shame. This wasn’t a house. Hell, it wasn’t even a mansion. This place was a whole goddamn castle!

Maya was interrupted from her awestruck admiration by the voice of a tall, beautiful Asian woman. So, this was Heather Vandertulip. The name might have sounded phony, but there appeared to be a real live person behind it. She… well, she didn’t [i]look[/i] like a murderer or a human trafficker, but you can never trust appearances. Regardless, Maya followed the woman inside and couldn’t shake the feeling that she was like a lamb heading to slaughter.

The interior of the estate proved to be just as regal and impressive as the exterior. Maya had only ever experienced such luxuries through the TV screen before. How was she supposed to “make herself at home” in a place where even the air she breathed felt above her means? Heather directed her attention to a table full of lovely looking refreshments before asking that she remain there until everyone arrived. Wait… 

[color=ffb3a7][b]“Everyone?”[/b][/color] Maya asked quietly in shock after Heather had already walked away. In all of this time, she had never expected that there would be others. Were they all being blackmailed, like she was? What were their secrets like? What did these wealthy people intend to do with them? Was this going to be a competition to the death, like those awful [i]Saw[/i] movies? Maya drowned out her panic by taking a large gulp of ice water while she waited in the great room. Well… let the games begin, mamá didn’t raise a loser.[/indent][/indent]