Funny Games fanfiction
“We’ll be back early tomorrow morning, honey. If you need anything just call, alright?”
“I’ll be fine for one night alone, mom.”
Sarah Noel was seventeen years old, but her mother worried about leaving her alone for a night in their secluded vacation home. Sarah and her parents were staying in the lake house for the month of July. They had only been there a week before her parents were invited by another couple on a harbor cruise in the city. They would only be gone for the night, but Mrs. Noel was the worrying type, especially when it came to her only daughter.
“I’ll call when we get there, okay?”
Sarah began urging her mother and father out the door. She hated it when they treated her like a child, “Just have fun, mom, dad, okay?”
She kissed her mother and father on the cheeks and waved them off. She was alone.
Sarah let out a long sigh that seemed to release the frustration which had been building since her mother started fretting over her about half an hour earlier. She walked on bare feet into the kitchen to fix herself something for lunch. Humming a tuneless melody she searched through the contents of the refrigerator. Not a moment later she heard someone knocking at the screen door. She looked up startled, feeling slightly frightened. Their nearest neighbors were located half a mile up the road. For a moment Sarah wondered if she had dismissed her mother’s fears too quickly, but then she felt foolish. Why should she be afraid of someone knocking? If anyone wanted to hurt her a screen door would not keep them out. As she closed the door to the refrigerator and walked across the kitchen she heard her visitor calling.
“Hello? Is anyone home?”
Sarah rounded the corner separating the kitchen from the entrance hall and looked up to greet the visitor. It was a boy, probably a little older than she, dressed in a white polo shirt, shorts, and, oddly enough, gloves. His pristine white clothing made him appear especially innocuous, so Sarah did not notice that behind his slightly sheepish expression was a gleam of something like desperation or excitement.
Sarah looked shyly up at the boy, before averting her eyes to the floor. Her parents had kept the girl away from the opposite sex by sending her to an all girls’ boarding school and keeping strict watch over her during the holidays. They did not wish for their daughter to become another victim to the growing trend of teenage pregnancy and promiscuity. As a result of her parents’ harsh rules, Sarah had never really talked to any boys besides her cousins until now.
The boy behind the screen door watched Sarah curiously as she averted her eyes from him, daring only quick glances from beneath her lashes. He smiled slightly.
“Hi, my name’s Peter. I’m staying with the Hendricks down the road. I was wondering if I could borrow some eggs,” Peter spoke charmingly and ducked his head down so he could look up at the girl who seemed to refuse to meet his eyes.
Sarah smiled, embarrassed that he’d noticed her shyness. She raised her head and did her best to meet his gaze without looking away. There was something about his eyes that was both captivating and terrifying.
Her thoughts felt muddled and she finally spoke, “Eggs?”
“Mrs. Hendrick was baking something and she ran out of eggs. Do you have any, please?”
The whole conversation felt so tritely innocent that Sarah felt foolish for feeling so frightened when she’d first heard his knock.
“Oh, sure, sure. Umm…come in, please,” Sarah creaked open the screen door for him and he stepped inside. She hadn’t noticed before he entered just how tall the boy was. He must have towered a full head over the petite Sarah. They stood awkwardly for a moment before Sarah led the way to the kitchen. Peter leaned against the kitchen counter while Sarah pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator. He glanced down and noticed a cell phone sitting next to a sink full of dishes.
“What’s your name?” Peter asked her as she set the carton down on the counter.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my name’s Sarah. It’s…it’s nice to meet you,” Sarah held out her hand for Peter to shake. His gloved hand enveloped her in a firm shake. The glove on her skin felt impersonal and slightly dangerous for some reason. She felt relieved when he let her hand drop to her side.
“Are your parents home?” he asked.
“Oh, no, they went out with friends into the city for the night,” Sarah replied.
“So…you’re all alone?”
Sarah stayed silent for a moment looking into his eyes. For some reason she felt she should lie to him, but the truth fell from her lips as it always did when she was nervous.
“Yeah…they’re coming early tomorrow morning though.”
“I see,” Peter said, and then, “My brother and I should come and visit you later. It can be scary to stay home alone in a big house like this…”
“Oh, that’s not-“
“Mr. and Mrs. Hendrick were planning on having a dinner out tonight. It would be nice to have dinner with a new acquaintance,” Peter said. At this point Sarah felt he was becoming too pushy for her comfort, but she felt herself weaken under his gaze.
“I guess so…I’m not the best cook though, you know,” Sarah said uncertainly, she had just been planning on reheating some pasta sauce from the fridge and making spaghetti.
“Oh, Paul and I aren’t picky,” Peter said with a strange smile. It was silent for a moment.
“So…how many eggs do you need?” Sarah asked finally. Peter straightened from his stance against the counter suddenly to move closer to her, as he did so the cell phone that had been sitting by the sink plunged into the soapy water.
“Oh, no!” Sarah exclaimed shoving her hand into the water to retrieve the phone. Once she had it she opened it quickly only to reveal a black screen. She tried the power button several times before realizing it was useless. She sighed in frustration, “My mom will go nuts if she can’t reach me when they get there.”
“I’m so sorry, Sarah,” Peter said. “Here, here use my phone. Call your mom and tell her not to worry, that your phone broke.”
Sarah took the phone gratefully from his hand and dialed her mother’s number. After quickly explaining to her that the phone had fallen into the sink Sarah was forced to lie. If her mother knew whose phone she was really calling from Sarah was sure that she would turn around and come straight home, so instead she told her mother that she had walked to the neighbors and used their phone. Peter looked at her questioningly after she ended the call.
Sarah smiled sheepishly, “My parents…don’t like me to be around boys, so…Anyway, your eggs, how many did you need?”
“Four.”
Sarah took four eggs out of the carton and turned to hand them to Peter before hesitating, “Do you want a bag or something to carry them in?”
“I’ll be fine thanks,” Peter replied with a smile. He took eggs carefully and turned to leave. Sara followed him to the door and held it open for him.
“What time should I expect you and your brother?” she asked.
Peter thought for a moment, “We’ll come around six o’clock.”
Sarah smiled, “Alright.”
With that the strange boy left, crossing the wide lawn before reaching the road and turning left toward the Hendricks’ house. Sarah’s mind was blank for a moment before she started contemplating what to make for dinner, now that she would be expecting guests. She finally decided to make chicken parmesan, which was not too far from her original plan of simple spaghetti.
Sarah proceeded to prepare the meal and after much frantic worrying about how it would turn out, she decided she had done all that she could. While the chicken baked in the oven, Sarah dashed upstairs for a hurried shower, nervous about leaving the kitchen unsupervised for too long. After her shower she changed into a simple summer dress, and decided to leave her hair down. It fell in soft golden curls past her shoulders. She glanced in her mirror quickly, not entirely satisfied with her appearance (for what seventeen year old girl is?), and headed downstairs to take out the chicken and boil the pasta. Just as she was setting the table she heard a familiar knock at the door. She padded across the kitchen, which connected the dining room to the main hall, still barefoot. As she approached the front door she felt a feeling of déjà vu.
Peter stood beside his brother, whose presence felt a thousand times more intense than Peter’s. They were both wearing matching white outfits, complete with gloves, and they both smiled as she approached.
“Come in, come in please,” Sarah said opening the door for them.
“Hello, Sarah,” Peter greeted. “This is my brother, Paul.”
Paul held out his hand to shake hers, “Hi, Sarah, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Sarah took his hand, not liking the way his smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. His shake felt gentler than Peter’s but for some reason this fact did not set Sarah at ease, “It’s nice to meet you too, Paul.”
The three teenagers stood in the entry way for a moment before Sarah led her visitors through the kitchen and into the dining room.
“I apologize ahead of time for my cooking…”
“Nonsense,” Paul spoke, “I’m sure everything is perfect.”
The three sat down to a salad before the main course. Conversation during dinner was casual and polite, but as the meal went on Sarah found herself increasingly irritated at the requests of the two brothers. She was forced to interrupt her own meal so frequently to fetch them beverage refills, pepper, salt, and silverware, that by the time the two brothers had had their fill she was barely halfway through with her own meal. She sighed quietly and was thankful that they would soon be leaving. The two boys were polite enough but something about them made Sarah uneasy. Peter and Paul sat back in their seats and appeared reflective.
“Well, thank you for coming out, I hope you liked the food,” Sarah said hoping this line of conversation would hasten their departure.
“It was excellent, Sarah,” Peter said kindly.
“Yes it was. We were happy to offer you our company while your parents are away,” Paul said.
“Well,” Sarah started, unsure of Paul’s meaning, “I’m sure I’ll just be getting to bed soon after you leave. Thanks so much for coming, again.”
“Sarah,” Paul spoke with false shock, “You wouldn’t send us away without dessert would you?”
“Oh, I didn’t-“
“We should at least stay for after dinner conversation. It’s the polite thing to do, Sarah. You wouldn’t just throw out your guests would you?” Paul spoke accusingly.
“Oh,” Sarah said dully, looking to Peter as if for assistance.
Peter smiled, “How about a game?”
Paul’s face broke out into a huge grin, “Oh you’ll love our games, Sarah. They’re so much fun!”
Paul stood from his seat and lifted Sarah from hers by her arm. He grasped her arm underneath her armpit rather savagely as he pulled her into the living room.
“Let go of me! You’re hurting me!” Sarah struggled to get away from Paul, but his grip was too strong.
“There’s no need to shout, Sarah,” Peter spoke gently into her ear, “Paul and I don’t like it when people are so impolite. You’re being very rude.”
Paul shoved Sarah unceremoniously onto a couch. He and Peter sat across from her in two armchairs. Sarah sat up quickly and stared at both of them.
“I don’t understand,” Sarah said with a pleading tone.
“Don’t worry we’ll explain the game to you. You’re going to love it,” Paul said with a laugh. He turned to Peter, “Do you want to explain, or should I?”
Peter’s eyes met Sarah’s desperate gaze for a moment before he responded. Sarah thought she saw something there, a flicker in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “You can explain, Paul.”
Paul looked positively giddy, “We’re going to make a little bet. You bet that you’ll be alive tomorrow morning at…oh, let’s say eight o’clock. We bet that you won’t.”
Sarah’s pulse suddenly exploded and thundered in her ears. Sweat broke out on her forehead. She must have misunderstood.
“What?” Sarah looked at Paul dumbly.
Paul sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning forward, “We bet that tomorrow morning at eight o’clock you will be dead.”
Tears sprang up in Sarah’s eyes and leaked down her face. She stood up shakily from her seat and backed away from two deranged men. “I…I d-don’t want to play. I think you should leave.”
Peter and Paul stood up and stalked her retreating form.
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. You have to play with us! We were so nice to come over and keep you company after all. It’s the least that you can do, really,” Paul said as he removed a blade from his pocket. The movement caused Sarah to hyperventilate. Her breathing came fast and her limbs tingled. She stopped retreating and swayed where she stood.
“P-please, you can have anything, anything you want. Please don’t kill me,” Sarah sobbed. Her knees started to give out and Peter stepped forward to catch her before she fell. His gloved hands grasped her bare arms firmly but gently as he led her back to the couch.
“Anything, Sarah?” Paul taunted suggestively. “Are you sure about that? You seem like a nice girl, Sarah, I wouldn’t think you’d make such a forward offer.”
Sarah stared dejectedly at Paul, “What do you want?”
Paul sighed and sat back in his seat, twirling his knife in his hands, “I just want to play.”
Sarah’s body tensed.
“I want to know what you were willing to do just now. Why don’t you show me and Tubby. If you show us, maybe I’ll reward you,” Paul said.
“Don’t call me that, Paul,” Peter said irritably.
“I don’t know. I don’t know,” Sarah said breathlessly, “What do you want me to do?”
“Come on, Sarah, don’t you have any imagination? What would two men want from you, I wonder? Tubby, what should she do to earn her reward?”
Peter stared at Sarah for a moment. “Take off your clothes,” he said coldly.
Sarah sat perfectly still staring at the floor. Why was this happening to her? She was jerked from her thoughts by a sharp slap that sent her reeling to the side. She felt blood trickling from her nose. She looked up tearfully holding the side of her face. Paul towered over her.
“Didn’t you hear him? You can’t break the rules, you won’t like the punishment. Stand up and strip!”
Shakily Sarah got up and stood trembling and crying. She slowing reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up over her head. Never in her life had she felt more humiliated. Nothing shielded her from their gaze now except for the thin fabric of her white cotton bra and panties. She sobbed and tried her best to cover herself with her arms.
Paul spoke cruelly, “Everything, Sarah. Take off the rest.”
Sarah removed her under things and stood before them completely bare.
“Very nice,” Paul said with a smile, he turned to Peter, “Don’t you think so, Peter?”
“Yes,” Peter said but his eyes never left her eyes.
“I wonder what else she’ll do,” Paul said thoughtfully, “I mean if she really wanted to live she wouldn’t stop here would she, Peter?”
Peter didn’t respond and Sarah started trembling worse than ever.
“What? What should I do?” Sarah pleaded.
“Get on your knees,” Paul’s voice sounded automatic. Sarah complied with the demand, kneeling before the two boys. “I’ll even give you a choice, Sarah, to make this more fun for you. Who would you rather suck off? Go ahead we won’t be insulted, you can choose.”
Sarah’s stomach turned over and twisted into knots at Paul’s words. She’d never even kissed a boy before; she had no idea what to do. And how could she choose? She looked up hesitantly at Paul. She remembered the feel of his vice-like grip on her arm, and then she remembered the relative gentleness of his brother. She slowly edged toward Peter. Her head was bowed, so she couldn’t seem Peter’s satisfied smirk.
“Awww, look at that, Peter. I think she has a crush on you. Isn’t that sweet? You know how to show a boy you like him don’t you?”
Sarah moved toward Peter’s lap and looked up at him questioningly. He offered her a lopsided smile and Sarah reached her shaking fingers toward the button of his shorts. Once she’d unzipped him her pulse seemed to race even faster than before. She couldn’t make her hand move forward to expose his member. Her breath faltered and she looked at Peter with pleading eyes. He seemed to understand her predicament because he reached in himself and freed his huge erection. A whimper escaped the back of Sarah’s throat.
“Don’t be afraid, Sarah,” Paul said, “Tubby doesn’t get much action he won’t mind how inexperienced you are.”
Peter looked angrily over at Paul and Sarah felt her gaze shift over to her other captor. She was shocked to see him stroking his own erection with a lazy grin on his face.
“Or have you changed your mind?” Paul asked as his fingers grazed over his manhood.
Sarah’s head snapped forward. She leaned toward Peter fearfully and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She felt his whole body shudder and heard a low grown struggle free of his throat. Slowly she began to take more of him into her mouth and suddenly Sarah was unsure of what to do with her hands. She fidgeted nervously before finally resting one hand on Peter’s stomach and using the other to grasp the base of his member. As her fingers tightened around him he began thrusting upward into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. With panic Sarah feared that she would gag. She tried to move away but Peter’s hands came up and held her head in place. Tears leaked from her eyes and stained his snowy white gloves. After several moments of painful thrusting Peter groaned loudly and spilled his seed into the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow the vile liquid. Gradually his erection began to soften and he finally released his hold on her head. Sarah scrambled away towards her couch. She sobbed quietly while Peter zipped his shorts and Paul grinned from ear to ear.
“You did a very good job, Sarah. Are you read for your reward?” Paul asked. Sarah nodded meekly.
“Okay, okay. Because you were such a good girl, we’re going to let you decide. Which way do you want to die? With the knife,” Paul said picking up the sharp blade, “Or the gun?”
Paul revealed a silver hand gun he had tucked into the back of his shorts. Sarah gasped.
“I thought…you said…” Sarah struggled through sobs. “You said you wouldn’t kill me!”
Paul shook his head, “No, I offered you a reward for showing me how much you want to live. And you didn’t disappoint. Now, are you going to decide, or would you like me too?”
Sarah got on her knees before Paul, “Please,” she begged clasping her hands in front of her, “Please I can’t…you can’t….I don’t want to die.”
“Don’t degrade yourself like this, it’s embarrassing,” Paul said. “I’ll give you a moment to think about it, I’m starting to feel like some dessert, how about you, Tubby?”
Peter nodded.
“I’ll go fix something in the kitchen, you watch her,” Paul said to Peter. He walked out of the room leaving Peter and Sarah alone. Sarah sat on the floor for a few seconds breathing unevenly. She slowly crawled back over to her couch and retrieved her dress, pulling it over her quickly. She sat on the couch hugging her knees to her chest and rocking slightly. Peter watched her for a moment and stood up, crossing the room and taking a seat next to her.
“You know, you should make a decision before Paul makes it for you. He’ll want the knife,” Peter leaned close to her and spoke lowly.
“Peter,” Sarah started, suddenly hopeful, “Please, Peter, you-you like me don’t you? Won’t you keep me safe from him?”
“You shouldn’t do that, Sarah, it’s against the rules,” Peter said.
Sarah felt desperate, “Peter, who makes the rules? If you tell him…if you ask him to let me go I bet he will. I won’t tell anyone about it, I swear, please!”
Sarah scooted closer to Peter until their faces were only inches apart. She saw the flicker in his eyes that she had seen earlier. He leaned forward and suddenly they were connected. His lips crushed against hers and she marveled at how soft they felt. How could someone who behaved so brutally feel so soft? His hands came up and held her face gently. Sarah trembled and her stomach felt knotted as his tongue stroked and parted her lips. She shocked herself by responding readily to his kisses. For the first time that night she thought maybe, just maybe she would be okay. Peter wouldn’t let Paul do anything to her, surely. Sarah began to feel her limbs relax and she dared to reach out her hands and rest them on his shoulders. Suddenly his lips were ripped away from hers. Sarah’s eyes flew open darting around wildly.
Paul had yanked Peter away from her by the collar of his shirt and now stood fuming.
“You broke the rules!” he yelled accusing him. “Never, never, never kiss them! What were you thinking?”
Peter simply stood in silence. Paul let out a great huff and pushed past Peter toward Sarah. He held the knife in his hands. Sarah quickly leapt to her feet and retreated behind Peter, clutching the back of his shirt as if it could offer her some kind of protection.
“Peter,” Sarah pleaded when Paul shoved him aside leaving her vulnerable.
Just as Paul raised his hand to slash her with his knife Peter spoke, “Wait, Paul…”
Paul turned on Peter in disbelief, “What?”
Peter looked uncertain, “Can’t we…keep her?”
Paul breathed heavily from adrenaline as he took in Peter’s request, “Keep her? What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s so pretty. She’s so sweet, she’s a good girl. If we keep her we can teach her how to behave politely, she’ll be like our little pet.”
Paul turned back to Sarah and with one arm swept her flush against his side. He leaned down and breathed against her neck. “You’d be able to share her, Peter?”
A flash of fury crossed Peter’s face but it was extinguished when Paul lifted the knife to her throat, just grazing it, not using enough pressure to cut her.
“Of course, Paul, that’s the polite thing to do, isn’t it?”
Paul smiled and leaned his face down into the place where Sarah’s neck met her shoulder. She felt his lips graze the skin there and then pain shot through her when his teeth broke the surface of the skin. He came up with blood dripping from his lips and leaned his forehead against hers looking into her eyes, “Looks like you won the game, little Sarah.”
With that Paul released her and strode from the room calling to Peter as he left, “Let’s go.”
I apologize for typos in advance. I had a dream about this fic last night and I had to write it down! (No Stephenie Meyer jokes, please, haha) I hope you like it.