نخستین 200 خط.
My dearest daughters,
if you are reading this,
then death has dared me to her table
and stripped me from your lives too soon.
And although I would've liked to greet death
as an old friend, I cannot help but feel
that this was a betrayal,
leaving my two beautiful daughters to fend for themselves
in a world made cruel by wickedness.
We have found you foster care.
May the Lord be with them always.
Mia, I'm so sorry.
Those girls committed the crime.
Do you fancy us.
Please.
Listen, we'll make it through this.
Let me out of here.
My daughters,
I have failed you.
I'm giving you a fucking break, Warden,
do you even know what goes on in your own prison?
You're talking shit.
You just talk shit, shut the fuck up.
All you do is talk shit.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Oh will you shut up.
I'm gonna kill her.
You know I'm gonna fucking kill her.
Are you hearing me.
Mia.
Are you all right.
It was little Miss. Goody two shoes.
Always little Miss. Goody two shoes.
You're a fucking psycho.
You wanna say that to my face bitch?
Get out the fucking way.
Lemme do fine by you.
All right.
Now, I don't dunno who started the fight this time,
and honestly, I don't care.
Just sit the fuck down.
I said sit the fuck down.
I wasn't after her, I was after the other one,
that little fucking bitch.
Shut up.
You know, each time I see you girls,
you are this much closer to solitary confinement again.
I didn't think you liked it very much the first time.
You break my rules one more time,
I'll put each of you in your very own cell,
one fourth the size of this room, in there 23 hours a day,
two showers a week.
I'll put you all in the fucking same one.
Look at me.
You're gonna fucking die alone, you bitch.
Would you fucking like that, would you?
No.
This is my fucking prison.
And I will do whatever I like.
Get 'em out of here.
They're not to leave their cells.
Not even for dinner.
It really hurts.
It's fine.
We need to get out of here.
Yeah, we got four years left yet.
I can't do that.
Got no choice.
What if Faye gets you?
Oh fuck Faye.
She's not gonna get you or me.
You my sister and I promise
I'm won't let her get you okay.
Love you.
Love you.
Remember.
Five minutes remaining.
Five minutes remaining.
I have been waiting you in the foyer.
In the foyer.
Congratulations to the final three.
Oy, fuck face.
Fucking hell, I didn't think you'd last, you bitch.
Well, I've got the key, I found the key.
Come on, get off your fucking ass.
We've gotta get out of here.
Yes, I found the fucking key.
Go to the library.
Woo.
Oh, come on.
Oh come on, it's freedom.
Shit.
Which door?
This is is the wrong door?
No fucking shit.
You stupid bitch.
Oh fuck.
Now there are only two contestants who remain.
- Shh, are you? - You've got to help me.
He bit me.
It's okay, it's okay, we're gonna get you help okay?
The venom is inside me.
We just need to get out of here.
Okay, we just need to run.
We just need to run.
That's what we'll do.
You have to help me.
One minute remaining.
One minute remaining.
Helping him is futile.
What if we both get out, then what?
There can only be one winner of The Snake Hotel.
There can only be one winner of The Snake Hotel.
I've won.
I want my money.
You think you have won the games
because you are not attacked.
Now this is why we have discovered
that the snakes prefer female homo sapiens.
Also, Miss. Fang finds you boring.
Time to search for more females.
I hope you enjoyed your stay at The Snake Hotel.
Dark Web, access point found.
Global search initiated.
Optimal pheromone production.
Found in states of trauma.
This one looks juicy.
Must impress Madam with females.
Primed and ready.
Search for a prison inmates.
Prison inmates are statistically
the best choice for snake food.
Criminal whores devalue society.
All criminal whores must die for Madam.
Snake food equals female convicts.
Refining to nearest geographical location.
Found relevant prison.
Madam, I have found you some juicy females.
Accessing prison database.
There you go.
I didn't catch your name.
Fang, Miss. Fang.
I'm sorry to show up unannounced. Mr. Wolf.
Donny, call we, Donny.
- I'm not a. - I'd like to
buy some girls from you.
I'm sorry.
- Look. - I'm not
messing around Mr. Wolf.
Although I'm interested in procuring
girls with no living relatives.
Does that work, Mr. Wolf?
You're a fucking.
I just want to give the girls in your prison
a second chance at life.
Lady, out.
I don't deal with people like you.
£500,000.
But that's only if you work with me.
Look, the girls in my prison,
yeah, they're not good people.
I mean, some of them have killed.
I mean, fuck lady, it's a prison.
I'm looking for those diamonds in the rough.
Do we have a deal?
So, so you're just gonna let them go?
Well, let's just say the money should be an incentive
to keep those lip zipped nice and tight.
What if I?
What if I want something more?
Well,
if you're a good little boy,
I won't tell your higher ups and the media
of what's actually going on in your prison.
We were going to do this the easy way,
but I think the hard way is the more viable path.
Dirty, dirty warden.
You see, I'm a public figure
with a father who changed modern science.
And you're a dirty warden
with a very cruel history.
Now will you stop fucking messing me around?
Good, now go get the files.
They should be the bottom
of the black cabinet in your study.
Good boy.
We require six homo sapien females.
Yeah.
- You've, you've already. - Primed and ready.
- No, you've already said. - Primed and ready.
Of fuck sake.
What?
Sir, the inmates are here, sir.
Okay, send 'em in.
Ladies.
Make yourself comfortable.
Oh.
You're all looking rather lovely today.
I say it's a pleasure to have you in my office.
What you want warden, you're eating into my yard time.
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