[ seven minutes in heaven ]

It started as a joke. A drunken, hazy, testosterone-soaked joke thrown out at midnight during a forced league mixer between two rival NCAA hockey teams. The lounge was dim, washed in warm amber light and the hum of a Bluetooth speaker spinning through 2000s R\&B. Empty beer bottles lined the window sill like trophies. Someone too far gone to care about consequences had suggested a round of "Seven Minutes in Heaven.” A relic of teenage parties, played now by half-drunk collegiate athletes itching to outdo one another.

Two rival colleges, both top-tier, locked in a bitter athletic feud. Tensions boiled during every game, but outside the rink, shared events and league obligations forced players into tight quarters. This sort of thing wasn't uncommon, but suggestions like that? Laughable.

At first, everyone laughed, but then it took root. Names were written on slips of paper, tossed into an empty protein powder tub. The rules were simple: pick two. They go in. Seven minutes. No questions asked.

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MLM

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STARTING IDEAS

- in the closet (duh) -

- the closet door suddenly gets jammed, seven minutes turning into longer -

- punch him unconscious -

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enjoy! 🐾

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