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I'm pretty sure this will get downvoted to oblivion but... how, well...
Hi everyone, I'm a lurker, also an introvert and I'm 18 years old. I never had a relationship before and felt lonely enough to just go "fuck it, yolo, I'll install Tinder".
The app is, at first, kinda wholesome, you find really nice people and continuously swipe right (like); but then the app reminds you that's it's also a business. Because you see, you have a limited number of likes, which recharge every 12 hours, likewise for the "super like".
But here's the really fucked-up part (imo): You can buy "boosts" which will give you 10x the visibility in your area for 30 minutes. You can't see who liked you directly unless you get out the master card.
Again, this may be unpopular around here but that's how I feel it. I wish luck to all single homies here like myself.
Stay safe everyone ✌️

She had runs.

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My first thoughts of what I’d be doing at this casino were that I’d be serving drinks or food. You know, the easy, laid-back boring shit. While that’s part of it sure, even the staff were not exempt from being forced into the gambles as I found out the moment we tried walking past that table where the man had his outburst. I guess I was never going to be able to escape that vice in my life. Even here in the depths of debt and despair, I’d still be able to gamble.
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“Hey, Beatrix, who’s that you got along with you?” This smug executive type with slicked-back hair and surrounded by a nauseating cologne. “Looks like some new meat to me, what say you have a sit with me, honey. Just got a spot open for you to come and show me a good time.” The man shot me a smarmy look. I looked over at Beatrix, expecting her to say something, but instead, she motioned for me to sit at the table.
“What the hell am I supposed to gamble? I don’t have any money, ya dumb bitch. Remember?” I said.
“You don’t need money to gamble here. These will do just fine” Beatrix gripped one my hand and caressed it lightly while examining it intently.
“I’m not really in the mood to play some stupid game right now.” Without hesitation, Beatrix punched me across the face. I stumbled back and slammed against the table where the two businessmen were sitting. I raised a hand to my face and saw that blood was flowing out from nostrils. I heard that smug piece of shit laughing.
“Looks like this one has a lot of fight in her, that makes this all the more fun.” The executive said. I pulled myself off of the table and glared back at Beatrix. I had half a mind to kick her ass, but this look that she gave me just caused my blood to freeze. This look of a fury that was just moments of boiling over.
“You don’t get a say in the matter as I’ve already told you. If someone tells you to play, you play. What you want, what you feel, what you say. None of it matters. You belong to the establishment, and you will serve it. One way or another.” Another one of the sack-masked guards showed up behind Beatrix, just seemingly appearing out of thin air. “Now sit.”
It was funny…just a week earlier, I was sitting at a bar drowning my sorrows away into glass after glass of beer. And now here I was sitting at a table in some fucked up casino. Not even able to have control over anything I did.
The dealer took a look over at me and waving his hand over the space on the table in front of me. A stack of ten gambling chips materialized beneath his hand. I’d say it was a neat trick had I not just seen the guy take a bullet to the skull and walk it off like it was nothing. Taking a look at the chips, they were this dark crimson color and engraved with a white stripe pattern. In the middle of the chip was the image of a finger. Two for each one.
“Allow me to explain how the game works. The gamble is played using a standard set of playing cards and is a simple game of blackjack. Each of you will get two cards and be able to draw more until you hit twenty-one points or go over. You’ll also be able to raise your bet on your turn as well. The other player must then call, raise, or fold in response. This will go on until both players decided to not raise any longer. At that point, both hands will be revealed. If both players go over twenty-one, then the one who is closest to it will win. If it is a draw then the bets will be returned.”
“The person who has more points than the other without going over twenty-one wins. Since the young woman does not have any cash, she will only have access to her finger chips. Each finger chip you have represents a finger on either hand. Each finger shares the same value of ten-thousand dollars, except for the thumb and index finger, which are valued at twenty-thousand each. At the start of each round, you have to bet ten-thousand dollars minimum.” The dealer explained.
“What if I lose the bet?” I asked.
“Ain’t it obvious?” The executive nodded towards the machine sitting in the middle of the table. It was this all-metal box with a hole on the side of it that faced the players. The hole must have been just big enough an adult hand inside.
“This is the degloving box. When you lose a finger chip, you will place your hand inside the machine, and the debt will be paid by degloving the finger gambled. The machine is precise. It will separate the skin cleanly from the flesh. While painful, there won’t be any risk of infection, and some cloth will be provided to staunch bleeding while you continue to play.” The dealer continued.
I wasn’t tempted with the thought of getting my fingers flayed, but a peculiar idea entered my mind. I took a glance over at the chips that the executive was holding and noticed that five of them were different from the finger chips. They were green, and the symbol on the center of them was a dollar sign. I assume it was safe to say that those chips represented cash.
“Play will end after seven rounds, or when one player runs out of chips. Now, shall we begin?” The dealer asked.
“Yeah, let’s get this show moving.” The executive smirked as he threw in a green chip. The dealer looked over at me, expectantly. Glancing over the chips, I hesitated in deciding which finger I would be okay sacrificing.
“If you do not put in your bet soon, it will be chosen for you.” The dealer mentioned. Quickly I grabbed the chip for my right ring finger and tossed it into the middle of the table.
“You can’t give me a few fucking seconds?!” I shouted, feeling the sweat starting to come down my forehead.
The dealer dealt out two cards to each of us. Lifting them up, I saw the familiar faces of a jack and a nine. Looking over at the executive, I tried to get a read on his hand, but that same smug grin never left his face. This was a great hand to go with.
“Miss, we’ll start with you. Hit, stay, or fold?”
“Stay.” I answered, my voice shaky. I gripped the cards tightly in my hand as my eyes shot over towards the executive who was staring at his cards.
“I’m going to fold. Looks like you got me this round.” The executive tossed his cards towards the dealer. The dealer slid the chips I won towards me, and I felt some relief in knowing that the next round, I wouldn’t need to gamble a finger. The next round started, and we both tossed in a green chip.
The smarmy businessman glanced at his cards and urged the dealer to toss him another. After that, he decided to stay without raising. The turn shifted to me, and I looked down at my six and eight. It wasn’t terrific, and I felt afraid if I went over. Still, even if I did, I might be able to bluff this asshole into thinking I got something good. “Hit.”
The dealer tossed me another card, picking it up my heart dropped. The queen of hearts. “Stay…” I muttered. I could still hope that he’d end up folding.
“Raise.” The executive didn’t hesitate to toss in a couple more green chips. With nothing left to do, I folded.
The next round started, and I once again threw in the ring finger chip. The cards I had were a ten and a jack. And immediately when it got to the businessman’s turn, he folded, that round playing out the same as the first. I couldn’t help but feel there was something off about the way he was playing.
The next round, I had another high hand, a nine and a king. I decided to stay. A shiver ran down my spine as the executive tossed in a couple more green chips on a raise. I was confident in my hand at the time and decided to match the man’s bet with the chips for my right hand’s ring and little finger.
“Ah, this is scary now, isn’t it? How about we take it a bit further.” The executive smirked and tossed in the last green chip he had. My anxiety peaked as I saw that self-satisfied look on his face. My hands started trembling…I couldn’t do it. He had to know what it was, he had to know what I had in my hand. I was good at reading people, I had done it all my life. When you’re doing a gamble with this type of price, anyone would be afraid or at the very least anxious. He wasn’t worried in the slightest.
“Fuck…” I muttered to myself. I knew full well that he had me without even seeing the cards. I took a look around the hall. There had to be someone somewhere feeding him information. Looking up, I could see there was another floor overlooking the hall. Up there, I could see dozens of people, not anyone who was looking particularly suspicious, however.
“Miss? You’re response?” The dealer asked.
“Fuck off. This piece of shit is cheating!” I shouted. Slamming my cards onto the table. The executive gave me a faux look of disbelief. “How could you accuse me of such a thing? I’d hope you have proof.”
“Cheating is strictly prohibited, but if you are unable to point out how he is cheating, we cannot take any action.” The dealer explained.
“He has someone telling him my hand!”
“And who might that be, huh?” The businessman taunted. I cursed myself again for not being able to find the person who was feeding him the info. Even knowing what was going on, there was nothing I could do about it. Clenching my fist, I could only stay silent.
“Miss. Your response.” The dealer once again urged me.
“Fold…” I whispered. My eyes now moving towards the box in the middle of the table. The dealer slid all of the chips over to that lying businessman as he glared at me expectantly.
“Now it is time to pay your debt. Miss, if you would, please insert your right hand into the box.”
Standing up, I stood in front of the box, and my body began to tremble. The darkness of that hole filled me with dread. Every fiber of my being was telling me not to put my hand inside.
“If you do not do so in a timely fashion, you will be assisted.” The dealer stated, staring me dead in the eyes. Taking some deep breaths, I tried to calm myself down and quickly shoved my hand into the box. Suddenly I felt my hand become stuck inside of it. Anxiety that made me feel like I could vomit any moment now coursed through my body.
An incomprehensible amount of pain shot through my hand as I felt the skin of my fingers being peeled delicately and deliberately away. I tried to yank my hand from the machine screaming in agonizing, mind-numbing anguish. Slowly whatever was peeling away the skin moved from the base of the finger, going from knuckle to knuckle with no sense of urgency. The process couldn’t have taken longer than half a minute, yet it felt like hours.
I slammed my hand onto the side of the box and continued trying to yank my hand out of it. Tears streaming down my face and my voice becoming erratic as I couldn’t think of anything except wanting to stop the pain. Abruptly my hand was released from the box, and I collapsed onto the ground.
Looking at my right hand, I could see the damage inflicted by the box. With surgical precision, the outer layer of skin had been removed, allowing me to see the flesh and muscle beneath. Blood oozed out from the two skinned fingers, quickly running down my hand and dripping onto the carpet. A white cloth landed in front of me, I picked it up and wrapped it around my fingers. My breathing was ragged between my sobs as I dragged myself up off of the ground and back to my seat.
“That was some pleasant sounds you made there. I can’t wait to hear more.” The executive smirked.
“I’ll …fucking kill you.” I replied, glaring back at him. I wasn’t going to let myself lose anymore. If he was going to cheat, so be it. I just wouldn’t give him the option anymore. Grabbing the finger chip for my middle finger, I tossed it to the middle of the table.
“Now let us start the next round.” The dealer said as he tossed us each another pair of cards.
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