12:00 am, guard change

Takes 15 mins for guards to switch. Team has 10 mins to get to roof. 

12:05 am, no guards. 

Team has 5 mins to get to roof. 

12:15 am, guards changed and team is on the roof. 

Team has 3 mins to broaden hole with knife 

12:20 am, guards unnalerted 

Team has 2 mins to get everyone out of hole. 

12:21 am, guards alerted 

Team has helped 3 pairs escape. Remaining 4 are caught. 

Mission, partially successful. The pairs that were free ran away and hid successfully. The pairs that were caught faced severe punishment. 

Punishment: public humiliation. 

By morning, all 8 of them were tied up on poles in the middle of the ground, completely naked, with their eyes and mouth covered. They were supposed to stay like this for a whole week. The other players were allowed to 'play with them however they liked' until the one week duration was over. Even the guards enjoyed themselves to these innocent people, who just wanted freedom from this awful game. They were only allowed one meal a day, and only leftovers from the other players, and food thrown away because it was spoilt or fallen on the floor. They were tortured every morning with whips and sex toys. They were not playing around with this. 

For one whole week Elizabeth and Rayla suffered, all because they helped out a few people. They were betrayed by every single person who helped them but wasn't caught. The friend who gave the guard schedule, Julian, played with Rayla the most. He tortured them for a week after trying to help them escape, partially helping them escape. Everyone here was sick and twisted, for god knows what reason. It seemed like Rayla was the only innocent one. A-And Elizabeth of course. Didn't forget her. Heheheh...heheh....heeeeeeh........ Anyways- 

Rayla prayed everyday, to god, to punish these evil people, these evil people who get off on others suffering, who benefit from it. Ones who torture for fun, ones who kill, ones who falsely accuse others, ones who don't take responsibility for their actions, ones who blame it all on the poor kid, the one with no one to help them, the one who is forced to take the blame, the one who pleaded and humiliated themselves in front of millions of people who watched, just watched. They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for these people. No one would. They heard the cries of the people next to them, and the laughs of joy right after. They suffered for a week, for something they didn't deserve, for something they never did, for something they could never fight against. No matter how hard they tried. All they could do was pray, for justice, for help, for rapture.