What are you willing to do?

In a dark room, a brown-haired girl named Brandi woke up to find herself among three men. All in a small dark room, with not much else in the room. They all started to wake up. Brandi feared what this was all about and why she was there. Why was she taken and put there with three men? She did not like where her imagination went as she thought about the possibilities. Were these men involved in this? How much she hoped not.

One man stood up, seeing the girl, approached her. Brandi backed away, saying, “Don’t come near me.” she feared what this man would do to her. Was he there to rape and kill her?

The man stopped. “Look, I just wanted to know if you are okay. I wasn’t going to do anything to you,” he told her. he could see that she was afraid. He understood, he was also, but they were there together, and whatever would ensue to them, they would have to deal with together.

“So you were put here too???” Brandi asked.

“Yes, I think we all were brought here, but I don’t know why,” the man said. What person could have wanted them all there, stuck in a room, in the dark? What was the purpose of this?

“I don’t know why either,” Brandi said. Her mind told her it was not a good thing that they were there. Something terrible was going to happen. She could feel it. She only did not know what it would be.

Abruptly, a speaker that hung on the wall by the ceiling started to make noise, and someone began to speak. “My precious toys, we will be playing a game. The game is called, what are you willing to do? You will be given two choices of things to do, and you will have to choose one and do it. I hope you have as much fun as I will watching you,” said a deep voice.

“And what if we don’t participate, then what?” one man yelled at the speaker box. He did not wish to participate in this, not even a bit. He did not think that this mystery man could make him either.

“Then you will die,” the deep voice chuckled.

They all stood there in the room, not knowing what to do or what would be asked of them. After a few seconds of waiting, a second man said, “We need to find a way of escaping.” He did not wish to stay there for a minute longer. They had to find a way out.

“Agree,” they said in unison and began to look around the room for a door or window or anything that could help the escape.

Everyone searched high and low, but no one found any opening of any kind. It was as if they were put in a room with walls, a ceiling, and floors, yet no entrances, no exits. Like they were in a tightly sealed box, this could not be good.

“How did we get put in here if there is no way out?” Brandi asked the room. It made no sense to her how they were put there. Without a door or window, how was this possible?

“I don’t know,” said the man who talked to her in the beginning. He feared at the reasons behind being put there with no escape. This mystery man did not wish them to be able to escape, which could only mean one reason. He hated to think his life would end, but what choice did he have there?

Suddenly a trap door opened from the ceiling, and something fell onto the middle of the floor. They all realized that this was possibly how they were put into the room, which meant no chance of leaving. Everyone stared at the thing that was wrapped up in a piece of cloth. No one wanted to touch it, fearing that it would be something horrible. Finally, the third man walked over to the wrapped-up package and picked it up. Someone had to take the first step and get this, whatever this was, over with, and hopefully, the mystery man allows them to leave.

“What is it?” the second guy asked as a chill of fear went down his spine.

“I don’t know,” the third man said as he started to unwrap the object. He got to the thing and pulled it out, and it was a knife that had been wrapped up in the cloth. Seeing what it was, the man dropped it onto the floor. “It’s a knife,” he answered the question.

“A knife, what is that for?” Brandi asked, but no one knew the answer.

Then the voice began to talk again in his deep scary voice. “Here are your two options, one of you can kill another, or two of you can lose your baby toes. I’ll await your decision.”

They looked at each other. This could not be happening, Brandi thought to herself. She did not wish to die nor wanted to be cut into, but what choice did they have. This mystery man said that it was this or death. She wanted to survive this, not die. She could live without a baby toe.

Not knowing what would happen next, the first man thought doing the less damaging option would be best. As much as he did not wish to be hurt, he would rather lose a toe than his life. “Well, I guess the best option would be for two of us to cut our baby toes off. Anyone wishing to volunteer?” the first guy asked.

“I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” the second guy agitatedly said. “There is no way this monster could kill us. We should just refuse to do anything.” Then the guy proceeded to yell at the mystery man. He would not put up with this. He did not see how this monster could kill him when he was not even near them. “I will not play your games. Do you hear me? You are a coward, hiding somewhere. But you can’t make me do anything. You hear me,” he shouted.

Suddenly a pole came shooting down from the ceiling, passing through the man’s head all the way down through him and poled him to the ground, killing him instantly. Brandi screamed as this happened. Blood splattered and leaked from the now stuck body. All she could do was close her eyes to the gruesome display of power this mystery man had over them.

The speaker began to make noise again. “My precious toys, I told you. You have to play my game. But since this toy decided to be offered, we shall pass to the next level of the game,” the deep voice voiced with utter evilness in his voice, which scared the three people left.

Everyone looked at each other, fearing what next would happen.

The trap on the ceiling opened again. Three bottles filled with a liquid fell to the ground in front of each person. They all could do nothing but stare at the bottles, hoping it was not something that would kill them.

“Each bottle is filled with water, yet one has poison within it. Chose wisely, my precious toys,” the deep voice wickedly said, watching the three people as they were looking at the bottles in fear. If only they knew what would happen, but they soon would.

They each picked up a bottle near them. None of them wished to risk drinking, but they all knew that what happened to the man still twitching on the pole could happen to them.

“Are we all good with the bottles we picked?” the first man said. At this point, he was unsure any of them would make it out alive. Therefore, dying now or later made no difference to him now.

“Sure, I don’t think it would make much of a difference. We don’t know what bottle the poison is in,” Brandi despondently uttered. She also did not see what the point was in all this. At the end of the day, did it matter? Would they be able to leave? She was beginning to doubt it.

“I’m not good,” the third guy said. He was not foolish. He realized that each bottle fell in front of each person, which meant that the killer wanted a specific person to die. And in his mind, seeing that there were two men and one woman, one of the men was the one to die. It made the most sense to him. “I want her bottle,” he said. He knew that hers would be a good one, and he wanted to live.

Brandi did not understand why he wanted hers, but she did not think it was fair just to hand it over without an explanation. “Why?” she asked. Not that she cared, she was just curious.

“Why? Because I feel that the bottle you have is a good one, and I am not ready to die,” he told her. It was survival of the fittest. And he planned on living through this. he figured that this game was to be played until one person was left. He wanted it to be him, and he did not care who died to become the sole survivor. He would win this game.

“Why don’t you take mine then,” the first man said, thinking that this guy was a coward to take the bottle that the girl had. Who cared if she had the good bottle? Should they not step up like men and help her out?

“No, it’s okay, he can have it,” she said as she threw the bottle to the man. She figured that if they were all to die, poison might be one of the best ways, considering how the first man to die went. She would rather a poison than something else more gruesome.

The man caught her bottle and threw his bottle in her direction, and it hit the ground. Brandi picked it up. She could not believe this guy was so mean to her as if he did not care that she might die. They all opened the bottles up and drank the liquid. Nothing happened.

“Maybe the guy was messing with us?” the first guy questioned. He would not put it past this mystery guy to mess with them because this was just a game to this killer.

Suddenly the guy who took Brandi’s bottle started to shake. His body went into a seizure, and he fell to the ground, flopping around like a fish without water. Foam began to seep his mouth as his body spasmed. Then with no notice, his body completely stopped. Brandi could only assume that the man was dead. She was in disbelief at what was happening there. All she wanted was to leave but feared that there would be no escape for any of them.

Everything went silent for what seemed like forever. Then abruptly, the deep voice cruelly spoke. “Now, my precious toys, you have another choice,” he paused. A handcuff and a bat came out of the trap door in the ceiling. “Now you can handcuff the girl to the wall, or she can beat you with the bat. Make your decision. I’ll be watching.”

The last man alive walked over to the handcuffs and picked them up. “I hope you don’t mind,” he uttered. He much rather she was tied than him getting beaten. He did think that made the most sense for them to do.

“Like I have a choice,” she replied. Brandi did not think any of them had any choice at this point, but at least this would not hurt either of them.

The man walked over to her. He took one side and handcuffed her, then looked around the room and saw one poll attached to the wall of this place. How come he never noticed it before. It was as if this whole thing was set up in order to torture then kill them. He wished the killer would just get to the killing and be done with it. Why all the games? It seemed unnecessary. He moved the girl by the poll, slid the other side of the handcuff around the pole, and handcuffed her.

“There, it’s done,” the man voiced. He just wanted to get this over. He realized that he would not survive this. “Now what?” he pressed the mystery man.

The trap opened, and a mystery box fell to the floor with a thud. The man stared at it. How much he did not wish to know what this was for, he did not need more of this torture.

The speaker made a noise, and the mystery man started to talk again. “Now you chose between a mystery box, or the girl gets her ear cut off. Choose wisely. I’ll be watching,” the deep voice said in an evil tone as if he was playing with them and that he was having fun.

The man looked at the box then at the knife that was still on the ground. He did not know what to do. Part of him wanted to take the box and have this over with and just die. Another aspect of him wanted to survive this if that was even possible.

“Just cut it off, no reason to die. Maybe he will let us out once his game is done,” Brandi said. She was hopeful that by the end of this game, they would be set free. Why keep them if they do everything asked? She had to pray that was all they had to do, play this horror game of his.

“I am not sure he will,” the man said. Was it even a possibility?

“I have to believe that this is all for a reason, and once we find out why, he will let us go. It makes sense to me,” she told him. She hoped she was right. She wanted to live.

The man picked up the knife and approached her. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he said. Taking the knife, he went to her ear. He wanted to prepare her as best as he could. “This is going to hurt. But I’ll try to get it done fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid, maybe less painful that way.” He hoped he was right.

Brandi closed her eyes. She could feel his hand holding her ear out so he could cut it off. Then suddenly, with the knife, he quickly sliced the ear off. She yelled in pain but knew it was better than whatever the box would have for them. Blood seeped out, and she could feel it leaking down the side of her neck.

The man threw the knife down on the ground. He could not believe he did that to her that he could hurt anyone was sad to him.

Some time passed, and nothing happened. They did not know what the reason to make them wait so long was. It felt like days. But no one knew how long they were there, nor how long time flew by. He hated this waiting game, and he hated the torture game. Why not just kill them and be done with it? Then the trap on the ceiling opened again, and a spoon fell to the ground. The man stared at the spoon, wondering what possibly could be asked using that thing.

The deep voice maliciously spoke again, “my precious toys, I love that you both are playing along. I feel like being good-hearted and allowing you both to walk away if you both keep participating as you both are. Now my precious toys, you need to choose between the mystery box and one of you scooping your eye out with a spoon. Choose wisely if you wish to live. I’ll be watching.”

The man stared at the spoon and could not believe what he heard. How could either of them do that? He then looked at the girl. She already had a missing ear, and he did that to her. He did believe it was his turn.

“Just do it. I don’t care. If losing my eye will get us out of here, just do it,” Brandi told the man. She did not care. All she wanted was to get out of this. Whatever it took, she would do as long as it got her out.

“No, my turn,” the man said.

“But you can’t do it to yourself, and I can’t help you with it. I’m handcuffed,” Brandi did not think anyone could do it to themselves. It seemed impossible.

The man bent down and picked up the spoon. He was not sure he could but knew he had no choice. He kneeled on the ground. She watched him. Taking a deep breath, he took the spoon and yelled as he stuck the spoon into his eye and pulled his eye out. He groaned. He was in so much pain. And now half-blind. He dropped the bloody spoon with the eye that was still attached to it. He bent down, placing his forehead onto the ground, grunting in pain. He took another breath and yelled, “we’ve done everything. Please let us go.” He did not think he could do anything else.

Suddenly the trap opened, and another mystery box fell, hitting him on his back. The man sat up slowly and could not believe that he would still have more to do before leaving.

“My precious toys, this will be the last game we play. Now you will pick between mystery box one or two,” the deep voice said.

The man thought about it. The second box had to be the one that would leave them alive. He could not believe that the box that was sent to them before had anything other than death. It made sense. Since they had tasks to perform or the death box, he would talk it out with the girl first because this was her life on the line. “What do you think? I think the second seems safer, but I want your opinion before I open a box,” he asked Brandi.

Brandi thought about it. She did think that maybe it was. “It makes sense. The other one was sent before, and since every time the man asks us to do something, its pain or death, would make sense that the first box would be something deadly,” she answered him. She hoped she was not wrong.

“I agree,” he uttered. He slowly moved his arms and grabbed the box. He was in so much pain, but he wanted this over with and to be let go. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the box. He opened the top, and a spray burst out, spraying his face. He could feel it burning him. He began to yell in pain as the acid sprayed on his face slowly ate up his skin and muscles, gradually moving to his bones.

Brandi watched as the acid melted up the man’s head, and she screamed at what she saw. It was horrific, seeing the acid slowly burn and melt away the man’s head, leaving the body on the ground twitching.

Brandi was tied up, handcuffed to some pipe that was in the room. She had blood all over her from the injury that she had suffered. The last person that was there died. Now she had no clue what would happen next. She hoped that the man would let her go. He said he would. She wanted to leave. She did not understand why she had been picked for this. She never did anything wrong to deserve this.

She looked up and saw a small camera in the corner of the room on the ceiling, which she never noticed before. She knew he was watching her. What sick man could sit there watching as people hurt themselves or got hurt?

“What more do you want? I have done everything you asked of me. Please let me go,” she hollered. She wanted him to let her go like he said he would. “You said you would,” she continued to speak.

The man did not answer. Did he leave her there to die? Oh, how she hoped not. She had already been there for what seemed like days. She did not think she could handle any more of this. She and the men had to do unspeakable things she never believed she could do. But it was do or die, and she wanted to live.

“Please let me go,” she begged.

The shadow person watched as this girl begged for her life. He pressed a button and watched as the girl looked at what was inside the other mystery box.

Brandi saw nothing in the other box, which means everything they did was for nothing. “What are you, a mad man? How could you do this?” she shouted to this person who stayed in the shadows.

The person who held her captive did not say a word.

Suddenly the walls started to move. She could not believe this. As the walls moved closer to her, she tried to get her wrist out of the handcuff.

“I did everything you asked of me. I don’t deserve this. Please just let me go,” she pleaded with the man, yet no answer.

The walls were closing in on her, and she knew that death awaited her.

Above the room, a shadow-like figure watched as the walls slowly squished the girl. If the girl believed that she would escape him, she was wrong. No one ever escaped him. Once he took someone, they were his until he was done with them. And he was done with this one.

He pressed the button to stop the walls, for the girl was dead.

“I lied,” the deep, heartlessly voiced said to the dead.

He would move on to another person, another place. He knew how to do whatever he wanted and never get caught. It was his specialty. He moved away from the console and left the place. Time to find another location and other people to torture, and he had a great idea. He was in the mood to mess with a specific FBI agent that was chasing him. He had a plan, and this was going to be so much fun.

“Ha ha ha ha ha,” the shadow man sadistically laughed at what he was thinking would come next. He could not wait.

Part 7: Death Jeopardy

There was screaming, yelling, and crying all around the room as people were falling slowly into glass cubicles. About eight glass boxes were around the room, which only made people wonder what this was all about. Once every cubicle was filled, a screen turned on in the front of the room, and everyone went silent. Everyone, including Jamie, watched the screen. It was blank.

“Hello everyone, and welcome to my favorite game. Today’s precious contestants will be fighting for the right to freedom. When your box lights up yellow, it means it is your turn. You will have one minute to answer the question given to you from your selected category. If you fail to do so, there will be a consequence. May the best person win,” said a deep voice.

After it went quiet, the glass box to the right of Jamie had lit up with a bright yellow color. The man in it looked genuinely terrified as the screen began to list the categories in front of them.

There were three, Nature, Art, and Religion. The man yells out art and is given the choice of Artists or Artwork. He chooses artwork. He did not even think much about it, and he was too afraid to go against the voice.

The question pops up onto the screen, ‘How many paintings were made by the famous artist Picasso?’

The man pondered his answer and hesitated. He feared what could happen if he got it wrong. He did not think he would have a choice in the matter. If he did not answer, something terrible would happen. He was sure. Then finally yelled out, “20,000.”

“Oh my, that is incorrect. Time for your consequence. Because you have failed to answer the question correctly, precious boy, your box will be filled with all of the paint Picasso used on his paintings.”

Gallons upon gallons of paint started to pour into the man’s cubicle. It came from the same tube that he had fallen into the box with at the beginning of this. He tried to keep above the paint, but as the colors filled the box, it started to weigh him down. His shrieks of terror were enough to make a person go mad as desperate he was to get out of there. The paint gradually made it over the man’s head, and he was seen no more. Not too long after, the box was completely filled with paint, and the man could no longer be heard; he was presumed dead.

“So, what? Is our consequence to be killed? What right do you have to bring us here and force us to do this?” Yelled out a woman from the back of the room.

“My precious young lady, I have needs, and so does everyone else. It is my choice on how I deal with those needs,” the deep voice uttered.

The deep voice went silent, and just like that, the woman’s box lit up bright yellow light. It was her turn. She wanted nothing to do with this. It was unfair to put them through this. She was shown the categories, nature, art, and religion but decided not to pick anything.

After a few minutes of waiting, the deep voice said, “if no answer is given, I will just go straight to punishment.”

She thought about it. This may be unfair, but it was to answer a question and maybe survive or die. What choice did she have? She picked and yelled, “Nature.” Then she was given two options. One was animals and the other plants. She cried, “animals.”

‘What is an animal that has a very distinctive smell?’ popped onto the board. She was swift with her answer and said,  “it is a skunk.”

“You are correct, my precious girl. You may proceed to the next round,” said the deep voice.

Jamie looked over to her left and noticed an older man around 60 was in the box next to her. He looked frail and weak. It was his box that lit up next. He chose the same category with no hesitation, thinking that the question would be easy as the one before.

“Nature.” When the two subcategories popped up on the screen, he again picked the same. “Animals.”

The question given to him was, ‘How long does it take for a Black Mamba to kill someone?’ 

“How am I supposed to know that? Is it 4 hours?” says the old man. He feared what may happen, for he did not know if that was right or not.

“Well, that is the wrong answer, my precious old man. Guess it is time to find out how long it takes,” said the deep voice.

A dozen Black Mambas were released into the man’s box, sliding down the tube on top of the man’s head. There was nothing the old man could do. Jamie watched in horror as the aggressive snakes bit the old man over and over. She watched as the man lost consciousness from all of the venom that was flowing through his veins. His body went limp, and he was dead. The snakes slithered over and around the man’s body like they did nothing wrong. This sight evoked a lot of feeling among those who were left.

Jamie’s emotions were indescribable. She was unsure whether she was to feel scared of what could happen to her or relieved that she had not been the one in that box. Then two boxes to her right lit up.

Oh no, Jamie thought. The girl in there looked entirely unready for this. The category she chose was religion. She had no other options afterward. Her questions popped up on the screen, and it read, ‘How many animals were on Noah’s ark?’

The girl looked down as if contemplating her answer. She said, “there is no possible way for me to answer because I was not there.”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, precious,” said the deep voice.

Her box began to fill with water, like the paint, but this time everyone could see that she was losing air and space quickly. After all of the air and space were replaced by water, the girl had stopped fighting. She just gave up, breathed in the water, which caused her to drown.

Next up was a man in the back, entirely across from Jamie. She watched as the man become fearful of what he would be put through. After picking the art category and picking artwork, he was given the question.

‘What is one of the most gruesome thriller movies?’

The man was unsure of the answer, so he said, “pass.” He felt like he had the right to pass it on. Why not? If this killer could make up his own rules to this game of death, so could he.

Jamie had never heard of a dumber answer than that. She wondered what would happen to the man now.

“Well, precious boy, there are no passes in this game,” said the deep voice. “this is what I think to anyone who tries to disrupt my game.”

Then a huge blade came out from underneath him and split his body in half. Blood splattered all around the box as everyone watched in horror. One girl even screamed at what she saw.

“The answer was Saw,” the deep voice said, a bit upset. The killer would not let the anger show, and he could remain in control.

Afterwards it went quiet. The screen turned off, and the lights went out. It was now completely dark. Jamie tried to make out what was happening, but it was pitch black.

Abruptly, the screen turned back on, but the lights remained off. The light on Jamie’s box lit up. She was terrified. She looked at the screen and watched as the categories showed up, but they weren’t the same as the first half. There were different categories. The options were now beauty products, food, and books.

Fearing if she did not answer, Jamie chose food.

‘What kind of food can kill you if it is not properly prepared?’ the question popped up on the screen.

Jamie thought about it for a bit. She knew the answer and was glad about that. She said, “Pufferfish.”

“That is correct, my precious girl. You will move on to the next round,” the deep voice replied.

The next box to light up was a man in the middle of the room. Jamie watched as the man was shaking in fear of what he could be put through. She was glad she moved on but hated that she wished this man did not. For if he did, she would have to compete with him. She was sure that only one would live at the end of this, and as much as she hated herself for this, she wanted to be that one.

He chose the category ‘food’ as Jamie did. 

‘What nut doesn’t have a shell?’ popped up on the board.

The man did not answer the question in time, for he had no idea what the answer was. This meant that the man received a consequence.

“You are to be crushed by falling coconuts,” said the deep voice.

It began to rain hundreds upon hundreds of coconuts on the man. He was dead within minutes because of the force and weight of the coconuts, hitting his head.

The last person was a man in the front of the room, and he looked scared to death. He chose the category of books.

‘What book revolves its whole story based on a ring?’ popped on the screen on the screen.

The man said, “The Hobbit.” with pride on his face. He was glad to be able to move to the next round. He wanted to live through this.

“Oh my precious, that is wrong. The answer was The Lord of the Rings,” said the deep voice.

The man was sentenced to burn to death like the ring. The man’s box lit up on fire, and when the fire had receded, all that was left of the man were ashes. Both girls that were left watched as the ashes fell to the bottom of the box.

It was now just Jamie and another girl. What would happen to them?

“Now is time for the final round. We will have a tie-breaker. Only one can win. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we, my precious toys?” said the deep voice. “The first one to answer the question will win.”

There was one simple question that was shown on the board. ‘What can you feel but not see?’

 Both of the women took their time thinking of an answer to the question. When Jamie believed she had the answer, she yelled, “Wind!”

“That is correct. It looks like we have a winner here,” the deep voice replied.

The other girl looked at Jamie in terror. She was unable to comprehend what was happening. First, some water is poured into her box and stopped when it reached her knees. She looked at the water in confusion. Then she felt the electric currents flow through her body. As the electro currents got stronger, her body seized in place. She was slowly fried to death by the electricity in the water.

Jamie watched and was so happy that she won, even if it meant that the others had died. She waited for the deep voice to come back and let her out, but it did not happen. Then she heard a loud noise from underneath her. She was beginning to think that this was the way out. This was until the floor disappeared, and she fell right onto a sharp metal pipe, which pierced through her body, killing her instantly.

The killer looked at his work, excellent, he thought to himself. He was really beginning to love seeing the FBI squirm trying to figure out who he was. They were all idiots. He laughed at this thought.

“I am here to stay, just wait and see what I have planned next,” he said as a creepy grin went across his face. He knew that he was too good ever to get caught. But it was fun trying to play around with the FBI and people.

Oh, how much fun this was…

Part 6: Seven Deadly Deaths

Minnie woke up, and she was tied down on a bed. She struggled but did not know why she was there. Last she remembered, she was spending the night with friends at a bar, now she was there. Where was there anyway?

Suddenly the bed started to move upwards, slowly she began to see around her, for she was tied on the bed, but upright. She looked around and saw that there were six other people there. One guy and girl were tied each to a chair. Another guy was in a clear box. A girl was tied to some sort of old fashion wheel. Minnie saw another guy chained to the wall and another chained to an enormous plank made from wood. She did not know why there were all there, nor did she know these people. However, she did realize that this was not going to be a good experience. Something horrible would play out there, and she did not wish to stay and see it.

Minnie started to struggle to get out of her ties. All it did was activate something that made the ties tighten on her. She feared for her life because she did not believe she could get out of there.
She began to yell at the others, trying to wake them up. Slowly they all started to wake up, also not knowing where they were.

“What’s going on?” The guy tied to the chair asked everyone.

“I don’t know,” said the girl tied to the chair.

The guy in the box banged on one of the glass sides, and they could hear a muffled yelling to get him out of there. Minnie did not know how any of them could get out. She watched as each of them attempted their best to get out of their fixtures, but no one could.

Abruptly a deep voice spoke, “my precious toys, we will be playing a game. Each of you has a deadly sin. Let’s see which one you each got.”

Then the lights went off, and the room went black for a few seconds. Blacklights were turned on. Minnie looked across from her at the guy that was chained to the ceiling. She could see clearly that something was written on the guy’s forehead, ‘sloth.’ She feared at what this meant and what would be hers. Quickly she looked at the two people tied to the chairs. The guy had ‘gluttony,’ and the girl had ‘envy’ on their foreheads. That did not leave many left. She looked at the one tied to a plank, and his forehead said, ‘anger.’ She then looked at the guy in the glass box, ‘greed.’ She was pretty worried at what she had, although she had an idea at what it was, being that she was stuck on a bed. She looked at the last one, the girl tied to a wheel. She had ‘pride.’

She could not believe it. She was ‘lust.’ Why was she lust? She never in her life was the lustful sort. This was not fair. What would happen to her now that she was labeled this way? Dread rose within her at the thought of possibilities of what could happen to her.

Suddenly a light shined on the guy in the glass box. Minnie could see that there was fear across the guy’s face because he knew his time was up.

“Greed, my precious toys, can be quite a horrible sin to have,” a deep voice uttered.

“I’m not greedy, I swear, please let me go,” the man in the box pleaded.

Minnie did not understand, and she could clearly hear the man when before he was muffled. Why on earth would this crazy man put a mic into the box? What was so vital for them to hear? She did not like this, not one bit.

“Alright, if you can prove to me you are not greedy, then I will let you go,” said the deep voice. “What kind of house do you live in?”

The man did not understand why the question, nor did he know how to prove that he was not greedy. “I have a two-story bungalow,” he answered.

“And you live with?” the deep voice asked.

“No one, it’s just me living there,” the man answered.

“What about cars? Do you have any?” the deep voice then asked.

“Two, a Corvette and a truck.”

“And you wish me to believe that you are not greedy?” the deep voice said.

Minnie could see how this looked, and it was not good. She watched as she saw a pipe move on top of the glass box and the top of the box open up. She did not want to know what would happen next. She did not think it would be nice.

The man in the box also saw the pipe move and the top open. He tried to climb up the walls of the box to get out but could not. “Just because I like to have a good house and cars does not make me greedy. It makes me prepared for when I do have a family,” he yelled at the mystery man.

“The problem is, my precious toys, I know everything about you. I know what you own to what you do, and where everyone works. I know that my precious greedy toy is, in fact, very greedy. That you own these things not because you are planning ahead but because you want the best,” the deep voice told him.

The man in the box disagreed with this crazy man’s ideas. “No, I am not greedy, and you can’t prove it.”

Abruptly a recording started to play on the speakers that everyone was listening to hear the man in the box and the killer. ‘I deserve the best of the best, and no one will take that from me.’ The recording started to say. ‘I don’t care about a family in my future. What I care about is having all I can now.’ The recording finished.

“These are your words,” the deep voice said.

The man in the box was surprised to hear what he had said once to a friend. But he did not think that was justified. “Yes, I said those things, but you misunderstand what I was saying. I only wanted to prove my worth to my friend. I’m not greedy, I swear,” he yelled.

“You should have thought about that before,” the deep voice said. “There are always consequences to what you do and say, and no one can hide anything from me.”

Something yellow started to pour into the box with the man. Minnie could see that the man moved over to the side because of whatever it burned him. She watched and realized what was slowly pouring into the box with the man. It was melted gold. Then it started to go faster, and they all hear a scream as the melted gold poured onto the man’s head, burning and melting parts of him as it flowed on top of him, turning him into a deformed statue of gold. The melted gold stopped pouring into the box. Minnie knew that the man was dead. She could barely believe her eyes. She realized that they would all be getting a turn, and she hoped she could prove her innocence to the man because she knew that she was not lustful, not even in the slightest. And she could prove it.

Everyone started to move around, trying to get out of their ties or chains. But no one could. Next, the light turned off of the box and shined onto the guy tied to a chair. He struggled, but it was no use. He did not wish to die and would have to prove he was not guilty.

“Gluttony, precious gluttony, what do I do with you?” the deep voice asked.

“I don’t even know what that is. How can I prove that I’m not?” the man tied to the chair uttered.

“This deadly sin is one of indulgence, which means you overdo or overeat. Will you take a try at proving your innocence?” the deep voice replied.

The man looked down at the ties to his wrists and did not think he could prove himself not guilty. He was sure there were times he overate. He was a taste tester and product tester, and it was his job to taste everything and try everything. He had many unnecessary things at his home. It was easy to prove that he was, even if he was not. Therefore he decided to take a different approach and see if this crazy man would accept it and let him go.

“I can’t prove to you that I am not, but I can apology and promise never again to be this way,” he uttered, hoping this would appease the man.

Suddenly they heard finger tapping as if the killer was thinking this over. Could this be a solution? Can this work and get them out of there? Minnie hoped it was because then she would know what to do to save herself even if she believed she was not guilty. She would do whatever to get out of there and not die.

“Precious gluttony, I will accept your apology, but unfortunately for you, consequences still need to be had,” the deep voice said and pressed a button. He loved how he could use tech to his advantage, not that anything anyone could say or do would make him let them go. No one ever escaped him.

Abruptly the chair began to move. It tilted downward, placing the guy at an angle. Then a metal shoot moved in front of his face and kept going towards his mouth. The man tried to keep his mouth closed, but the shoot kept going, cutting through his lips, causing the man to open his mouth to be in less pain. With his head against the back of the chair, he was stuck. There was no way he could move his mouth away from the shoot.

Minnie could see the terror in the man’s eyes. She watched as she could see that something was being pushed into his mouth, but she did not know what it was. The man tried to keep up eating whatever was being pushed into his mouth, but more and more of the substance was being pushed into his mouth, harder and harder it got until he began to choke on what the substance was. The man choked and died. Minnie did not like how this was going. How was she going to die? Being that she was labeled lust, her imagination could only wonder. It would not be good, that was for sure.

Once the man was completely dead, the shoot moved away, and small amounts of what looked like raw meat fell from the metal shoot. It was not even something deadly. Just the sheer amount being pushed into the mouth made the man choke and die. She feared what could be next.

The light then shifted to the girl that was tied to a chair. Minnie knew her forehead said envy, now how was the crazy man going to kill the girl with envy? This she feared and intrigued at the same time.

“My precious envy, now what do you have to say for yourself?” the deep voice asked.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” the girl yelled.

“That is not very nice,” the deep voice said and pressed a button.

Minnie watched as an arm came down with a needle. The needle moved to the girl’s arm, and whatever was in the needle was injected into the girl’s arm. Minne wondered at what could have been in the syringe.

Suddenly the girl started to turn green, and she slowly began to shake. Foam was coming out of her mouth. Minnie knew that it was poison. Foam dripped out of the girl’s mouth and onto the floor, and she went into a seizure and died. Minnie watched as the girl just as suddenly stopped moving. She could only assume that she was dead. But the dead girl remained green. Minnie wondered if that was done on purpose because envy was associated with being green sometimes.

The light then shifted to the guy attached to the plank. Minne definitely was afraid of what she would be watching for this one. It did not look good.

“Precious anger, do you have anything to say?” the deep voice asked.

The man just yelled and struggled on the plank. He tried to get out of where he was tied. The plank began to move and positioned the man flat. Then they watched as a saw came down and took off the man’s arm. The arm rolled to the ground, and blood spilled out. The man was yelling in pain. Then Minnie watched as the saw cut his other arm off and the man’s two legs, making blood-curling creams come out of the man’s mouth. She could not believe the man was still alive. But she did know that would not be for long, with all the blood spilling out of the wounds.

Abruptly the saw came down on the man’s head and cut his head clear off. Minnie was horrified at seeing this. She closed her eyes, and she could not bear seeing the bloody horror scene.

Next, the light switched to the girl on the wheel. Minnie did not know what that had anything to do with pride. But the girl who was tied feared for her life and how painful this would be.

“Precious pride, how would you like to go? Easy or hard?” the deep voice asked.

“Please, I beg you, let me go,” the girl begged.

“The only way you are going is in a body bag, now what is your choice, or do I get to chose?” the deep voice then said.

The girl did not know what to say. She wanted to live. But she did not wish for pain. “Easy,” she yelled. If she would have to die, she did not want to die slowly.

The wheel began to turn, and the girl was turning with it. Minnie did not understand how this would kill the girl. Then she saw another wheel slowly move down and link to the other wheel. That is when she realized that it was not a wheel the girl was on, but a gear. As the gears slowly moved together, the girl’s head got closer and closer to where the gears would link together. Minnie then heard a horrifying scream as the girl’s head was smashed between the two gears, splattering brain guts everywhere.

Minnie then realized that there was only one guy left and her. She did not want to die either. This was unfair, and she did not deserve this.

The light turned off again, and Minnie dreaded that it was her next. Luckily for her, the light turned onto the guy. She signed in relief, even though it would be short-lived. She watched as the guy had chains at his feet and his arms. The voice did not even say a word. The chains started to move, and the man was slowly being pulled apart. Minnie watched as the man’s limbs were being removed. The man screamed and screamed, yelled some profanities at the killer. But it did not stop his limbs from being wholly pulled off him. Blood spilled everywhere, and Minnie knew she was next as she watched the man die. She had to try something.

“Please, you have the wrong person. I’m not lustful. I swear I’m not,” Minnie uttered.

The bed moved again, back to the original position, where she was flat and could not see anything.

“My precious lustful, whether you are or not a mistake, it matters not. No one leaves me alive, and neither will you,” the deep voice said.

Minnie closed her eyes, and she knew her time was up. She felt something slid painfully into her vagina. It turned, and the killer clicked a button, which made hooks come out. Then he clicked again. The rod twisted and was pulled out, pulling her insides out of her. It killed her instantly.

The killer looked at his handiwork. He left a few bread crumbs this time so the FBI could find these people. He wanted to know if the FBI would even realize at what game he was playing. They would soon learn. He would be coming for them too. It was only a matter of time.

The killer stood there watching all of this from the safety of his place. How stupid the FBI was to think that they would ever catch him. He was too good for them.

“Wait and see what I have next,” the deep voice uttered loudly at no one. Then he laughed. He was good at this game and knew that he would win the game against the FBI too.