Everyone had taken a small morsel from the bread in the centre of Lockbox, and there was still more than half of it left over. Nobody discussed the upcoming game. Apparently this was something Ella did quite often so nobody had really questioned it. 
"How was breakfast, tinies?" Ella asked in delight. She was now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a buttoned up checked blue and black shirt which strained to contain her breasts. 
The silence after her asking was awkward. She looked over us expectantly so without thinking Greg shouted, "Delicious, Goddess!" At the top of his voice. Ella looked at him curiously, and then smiled. 
"See?" Ella laughed, "Greg gets it. He's impressed me more in a few hours than you all have in your entire time here." 

Ella reached down to Lockbox and gave Greg a pat on the head with her finger. All eyes on Lockbox though were staring evilly his way.
"Now I'm sure you're all wondering what games I have in mind for you." Ella said excitedly, beginning to bustle around with a few things in her room, she was making small, strange contraptions. 

"I want you all to get into teams of four. I will only pick four of those teams of four. Each member of any team who does worst in a challenge, will die. The team who loses overall at the very end, will die." 

Nobody said anything to that, they just slowly got into small teams of four. Not shockingly, after Greg's comment to Ella, nobody came and joined him. They obviously thought he was some kind of teacher's pet. 

Luckily, Ella reached into her bra and pulled out the two guys from inside, and eventually found Freya in the folds of her panties and placed them all down next to Greg, giving him a team. They didn't know he'd done anything. But they all gathered there must have been a reason he was stood all on his own. The smell coming off of Freya was horrific. Greg didn't even want to think what she had just been through. She gave me a downtrodden look and then we turned to face Ella.
"Team Number one, will be..." Ella mused as she hovered her fingers over the top of Lockbox. Her beautiful brown eyes were like spotlights scanning over her tinies.
"You." 

Ella picked up a team consisting of Dustin, two other men and one girl that Greg hadn't seen before. 
"Team two will be... You." She continued, picking up four people that Greg had no idea who they were. 
When Ella announced Team three, she picked up Greg, Freya and the other two guys that had been in her bra and placed them all on her desk next to team one and two. When she brought over team four, it was David and Diana with another man and woman. 
"Well done, my tinies." She announced as she locked up Lockbox and put it back under her bed. "You have been carefully selected to take part in my Ellympic games. Pun very much intended." Ella laughed. "I will be setting you a series of challenges, and as I said the individual loser of each challenge will die in a manner of my choosing. The team who has lost the most by the end will die. The winning team will be rewarded. Any questions?" 

"No, Goddess." Greg said on his own again, receiving a friendly smile from Ella. Why was everyone else staying silent? Didn't they realise it was better to keep this bitch happy?

"The first game," Ella announced. "Will be limbo!" 

Ella got out a pair of corks and a cocktail stick and pierced either end with them, making a limbo pole with the corks either end. 
"I will put this stick at a reasonable level, and then with each round move it further and further down until somebody falls. That person will die, then the rest of you will be competing to win! Pick your most flexible player."

Freya immediately volunteered herself, and nobody argued with her. Greg wasn't particularly flexible, and the other two guys with them (who they found out were John and Stan) were both incredibly fat.
"I used to do yoga when I was big. I've probably got a better chance with this than you guys." Freya said honestly. And Greg was glad. Honesty was something they were in need of here. There was no point sending him out, destined to fail.

Freya lined up at the limbo pole, which was about chest height. From Dustin's team was a man about Greg's age who was built like a skinny rake, from team 2 was a middle aged woman, and from team four was Diana, who eyes Freya and the others edgily before focusing on the pole. The rest of the teams watched on in fear. One of these people were about to die.

"Let the games..." Ella began, turning on some cheesy salsa music on her iPod, "begin!" 

Team 1 went first, the skinny guy from Dustin's group. He bent back and went under with no trouble at all, but it was obvious that he wouldn't last much longer. He was straining his core too much. His body was visibly shaking. But if he was bad, then team 2, the middle aged woman with a muffin top around her waist, were awful. She barely made it through the first round. But you could see the nerves were getting to her. She didn't want to die over a game of limbo. 

Freya practically flew under the stick. Greg had some time at this point to actually appreciate how toned and well looked after she was, bearing in mind that everyone in Lockbox was naked. Greg couldn't help but watch her perfect breasts bounce as she stood got back upright. She had blonde, surfer hair that just tickled the tops of her perfectly pink nipples. 

Diana also gave a confident fly under the bar, and so the games continued through rounds 2 and 3. Diana and Freya were holding well against eachother, but the other woman was failing, and by round four it finally happened, when the limbo bar was waist height. 

"No!" She screamed as she fell backwards and hit the deck. She scrambled to her feet and tried I run away. 
"I'm sorry, Mrs, Peterson." Ella said with fake consideration. "But you are the first loser." 

It happened in a flash, just as Mrs. Peterson reached the edge of the desk, ready to jump and seal her own fate, on her own terms, Ella's hand flew down and swatted her like a fly. They all saw the blood seep out from underneath Ella's slender, but deadly fingers. Just like that, a woman's life had been snuffed out. Extinguished. 
"I never much liked her anyway." Ella said nonchalantly, as though she hadn't just murdered someone.  "She told me I was shit at math. Let the game continue!" She cheered. 

The skinny guy from Dustin's team was the next to fall, but thankfully this time he didn't have the instant death penalty awaiting him. Everyone was in shock, and walking on eggshells after seeing Mrs. Peterson snuffed out like that. 

Greg thought that the battle between Freya and Diana would be a long one, but shockingly in the next round Diana took the fall when the cocktail stick was just above knee height. Greg leapt up and cheered. 
"Yes!" He shouted as she grabbed Freya and lifted her up in joy. "Well done, Freya!" 

Diana looked up bitterly at the two of them from the floor. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have ourselves a winner! Well done Freya, you may have just earned your team's life!" Ella announced as she wrote up a series of scores on the board. 

Team 1:  1
Team 2: 0
Team 3: 3
Team 4: 2

As the hustle and bustle died down though, all the tinies couldn't help but remember Mrs. Peterson's crushed remains that were not even forty (tiny) feet away from them. A member of her team had been sick after seeing it. 

"Let's crack on with the second game!" Ella cheered, wiping Mrs. Peterson's blood off of her hand and then cleaning her remains off the desk. She threw the tissue in the trash. That's all Mrs. Peterson had become. Trash.