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.

Part 5: Russian death Roulette

They were in their dining room, all seated around the dining table. Each chained to their chair, feet connected to the legs, and arms connected to the arms of the chair. The six friends and roommates had no idea what was happening. They all woke up in a dreamy state. All they could remember was returning the night before from the movies that they had gone to together.

There seemed to be a crossbow connected to a little machine in the middle of the circular table, but none of them knew what the machine did.

Chloe had been the first to wake up and realize the situation they were in, which was not good. She had to alert the others and see if any of them knew what to do. “What is all this?” she asked and watched as everyone shook their heads to say that no one knew.

Abruptly, a deep voice began to talk to them. “It’s time to play a game. My game is Russian death roulette. A surprise will come to each of you as each will have a turn. Hope you have fun, my precious toys.”

They all looked at each other in terror, for they realized at what seriousness this situation was that they were in, how much they wished not to be there.

“Guys, what are we going to do?” asked Chloe. She had no idea what they could do

He had an idea maybe, just maybe, “Does anybody have chains loose enough to get out of?” asked Noah.

They all began to shake and move their chains but had no luck. It was then that the crossbow started to move, rotating in a clockwise motion. The arrow had landed on Liam. The strongest of the group. He prayed he could handle whatever would be thrown his way and survive it.

“My precious boy, I see we have a fortunate man here today. If you can pick the correct button between the two, you will set everyone free. But if you choose the wrong one, someone will die. When you are ready, call out which color button you choose.” The voice said Menacingly.

Liam watched as a small pedestal with a red and green button rose from the floor next to him. As he examined the buttons, thinking what could possibly be the right button. The probability was 50/50, which he hated to think he would be that unlucky. He chose the green one because red always means something evil in his mind. He had to take a chance on one.

“Green,” Liam called out to the voice.

“An excellent choice, my precious boy. You have chosen for someone at this table to die,” said the deep voice.

“How is that possible. Green is always the right button!” Liam yelled. He could not believe that he picked the wrong one. This was unfair.

Little did he know that no matter what he said, the man behind this would not have let anyone go. The killer never allowed anyone free from his games. The crossbow began to rotate again, but this time it lands on the small and frail Sophia.

“My precious girl, you have been chosen by this lovely young man to die.”

At these words, Sophia begins to cry. She did not wish to die.

“No, you can’t kill her! That’s not fair. Take my life instead. She doesn’t deserve it,” Liam screamed. Hoping his plea makes a difference. He did not want to die either, but he liked Sofia and would do anything to protect her.

“Well, it seems we have a courageous precious boy here. Are you willing to give your life up for hers? Why?” The voice asks curiously.

“Because I love her,” Liam says.

The others around the table look at Liam, surprised by his revelation. No one knew about this.

“Well, who am I to stop true love?” the deep voice snickered.

The chains around both Sophia and Liam had been unlocked and fell to the floor. They did not understand how this man did it, nor did it seem to matter. They both ran to hug each other. They were glad to be able to move again.

“You two can go. Just go through the door on the right. That is the way out. I hope you have a great time spending the rest of your life together,” the deep voice mocked. He had no intentions of letting these two live a long life together but had another plan for them.

The others watched as Liam and Sophia walked to the door on the right and through it. The door slammed behind them and locked them into the room. They looked around to find that they were in another room.

Suddenly the rest of the group saw Liam and Sofia through a one-way mirror. As the two of them examined the room, they begin to hear a loud sound, like an engine starting. Unsure of what the sound was, they decide to ignore it, for they wanted to find the way out.

The group on the other end were watching Liam and Sofia look around the room. This did not look good.

Seconds later, a large saw came from the wall and sliced Sophia in half. A sheer scream came from her mouth right before she died. The group watching was horrified by the splatter of blood everywhere and the body parts fallen on the floor. This grabbed the attention of Liam.

As he looked at her dead body parts, he began to yell in agony. He could not believe this man could be this cruel. “You monster, we were supposed to be let go. You lied to us.”

Those were his last words. Another saw came from behind and cut his head clean off. The shocked faces of the rest of the group only made the killer smile. Now they should realize that no one would be getting out of there alive.

“Now have we learned a lesson today, my precious toys?” the deep voice asks, not expecting an answer.

They had faces of disgust and hatred for this man. None of them could believe what they have just witnessed. This also put them in fear of what would happen next.

“Go to hell, you bastard!” Noah yells out, tired of the shit he was being put through. None of them were terrible people, so why were they chosen for this horror to happen to them?

“My precious boy, language like that is very unnecessary,” the deep voice sneered.

They begin to struggle in their chains, trying to leave before they suffer the same fate as their friends. It was then the crossbow started to spin again. This time it landed on Brandon.

Brandon, the shiest of the group, closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. There was no voice, no noise, no nothing. The room sat still for a few minutes, and he peeked out, worrying.

Abruptly, a loud noise was coming from above them. It was now that they realized that there had been a trapdoor installed above each of them. The sound was coming from above Brandon. It sounded like something heavy was falling very quickly and hitting the side of something as it was coming down. Unsure of what the object could be, Brandon tightly closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

Then an anvil burst through the trap door, falling onto poor Brandon, killing him instantly. The body was smashed, and blood sprayed everywhere and on everyone. They could see the brain oozing out from under the anvil.  

Not too long after, the crossbow began to move again.

“Not again. When will this end? I think I have seen enough death today,” Noah cried out. He could not do this anymore. His stress level was over the roof, and he could even feel his heart beating as anxious he was.

After an agonizing wait for the crossbow to stop, it finally chooses Noah as its next victim.

“Finally, I have been waiting for this one,” the deep voice uttered in excitement. This boy annoyed him, and he would enjoy this death immensely.

Everyone waited for what death would happen now. Nothing happened.

It was not until Chloe saw the look of pain on Noah’s face. Noah had been injected with an unknown serum. His muscles and nerves were reacting badly to the injection, and he began to have spasms as the liquid burned his insides.

While Noah was slowly dying from the inside out, the crossbow decided to move again. It had landed on Nikki this time. Nikki began to scream and cry for help. She did not want to die. She had already witnessed most of her friends die in such horrible ways and was not eager to have her turn. Nikki quickly looked around for something to help her out of this situation when she noticed Noah’s body go limp and white stuff leak out of his mouth.

He was dead. The scene made her cry more frantically.

“Nikki, stop crying. It isn’t going to help!” Chloe said to her friend.

Soon they heard what sounded like the buzzing of bees. Nikki looked to her left, noticing that the sound came from where Liam and Sophia had been killed. She felt her chair begin to move forward, towards the door of the room. She looked behind her and saw her chair was on a track, pulling her inside the room. The door opened, and once inside, it slammed shut. Then thousands upon thousands of wasps were let into the room. They began to sting her over and over again. It did not help that she was allergic to bees and wasps. She slowly died from the stings, and her body went into an epileptic shock as she slowly suffocated from her allergic reaction.

Chloe watched as her last friend died in pain. She did not wish to know what would happen for her turn. All was horrifying. This man was a mad man, a crazy person, a monster from hell. She feared what would now happen to her.

Chloe was the last one. She dreaded what would happen when the crossbow moved again. It had to land on her. There were no other options. All she had left was to wait for her inevitable death that would come, praying that it was not too bad. Quick, she wanted it to be quick.

“My precious Chloe. Looks like you have made it past all of the rounds. That means you get to be set free,” taunted the deep voice.

The constraints on her arms and legs slowly unlocked and fell to the floor, allowing her to be free. Chloe took this time to run for the nearest door. As she grabbed the knob, she stopped herself and remembered what had taken place in the room on the other end of the door. This would not be a good way for her to go.

She stepped back and analyzed the area. The room was quite simple yet had plenty of things rigged everywhere, which made her think that this killer had to be some kind of engineer or mechanic to be able to do so much with technology. And the fact that this killer seemed to operate everything from somewhere not in this room only made her wonder even more.

She then noticed another door on the other side of the room. Walking to the door, she began to hear the rotation of the crossbow once more. When she heard this, she dashed to the other door. She attempted to open it, but it was locked. She looked at the crossbow and saw that it was facing her.

She frantically tried to open the door, banging and kicking the door, but it was no use. She took one more look at the crossbow.

The deep voice returned and uttered, “Oh wait, I forgot. My games don’t end…” he paused, “until everyone is dead.”

With these words, the crossbow shot the only arrow straight into Chloe’s heart. She fell to the floor in pain, unable to take normal breaths.

“You are the sickest scum on the earth,” she said as blood filled her lungs. Then she had to ask, “Why? Why us? Why this?”

“Thanks, precious, and you will never know,” smirked the deep voice.

Those are the last words Chloe heard before she died.

The killer looked at his handy work. This was truly fun. He knew the FBI would find this place, and he sent them the location. He loved this game he played with the FBI. They would never find him but know of him. He would become infamous. A huge grin came across his face at what he imagined when the world would learn about him, and he would become notoriously the best criminal in the world. Something he would live up for that was for sure.

Part 4: Mouse trap

Dawn was tied to something with a bag over her head. She did not understand why she was put there. She could not even remember being taken. She struggled and struggled to try to get out of this fix she was in but could not budge.

Suddenly a man said, “stop moving, and I’ll untie you.”

She stopped but feared what this person would do to her. Was he there to do something terrible to her? She would fight that much, she was sure. Finally, her hands were untied, and she pulled the bag off her head. She saw four guys staring at her. She gazed around at the men and then around the room. The room they were in had no way out but one way. Looking down this hallway, she could see weird things on the hallway walls that she did not understand what it was. Dawn approached the hallway, and one of the guys grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Don’t try to go down that way. It’s rigged with traps. You can clearly see that by the walls, I don’t know what kind of traps, but I do know that it is probably dangerous,” he told her.

Dawn wished to understand why they were put there. It made no sense to her. She never did anything wrong in her life to deserve this. “Why are we here?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows we are here either,” another guy uttered.

“Well, we can’t stay here forever. We will have to figure out how to get out of here,” Dawn said. She did think it was crazy to stay. They would starve to death. Yet trying to outsmart traps would not be easy. But she did think they could try something.

“And how do you suppose to get past the traps?” a third guy asked. He was not convinced that they would not all die if they tried.

Dawn thought a bit about it. There had to be a method. After some thought, she came up with an idea. She took her sock off and threw it in the hallway. Abruptly fire came out and burnt the sock to a crisp. “Well, now we know what the first trap is. Maybe we can figure a way around it,” she said. It did look like the fire was only straight on, which meant they might be able to go under it.

She did think that they could do this each time and figure how to get around the trap. Looking down the hallway, she could see outside, so the end was not far. There had to be like three of four traps total. She did not think there could be anymore.

As she began to step forward to try to go around the fire trap, a deep voice spoke, which stopped her in her tracks.

“Do be careful, my precious things. Not all is what it seems,” the deep voice uttered.

Dawn could not believe that some guy, the killer, was watching them. How else would he have known that she was walking toward the traps? And her next question would be why he said what he did to them? What was not like it seemed? This worried her.

“Fuck you,” one guy said to the mystery voice. “When I get out of here, I’ll come for you and see how you like it.”

“You should not aggravate the guy. He clearly is insane, and who knows what he will do to us if you make him angry,” another guy told him.

“I don’t care if I get him angry. This lunatic has no reason to do this to us,” the first guy said.

As if the second guy predicted it, the wall behind them began to move, pushing them forward towards the trap. Now they had no choice but to go through the traps.

“Now, see what you did,” a third guy uttered.

Dawn thought that these boys were being stupid. As always, she would be the problem solver. This was what she did her entire life; solve everyone’s problems. She would do it now again. She walked over to the first trap. Bending down low, she crawled her way to the next set trap. She stood up in the small space that was in between the traps. She was glad there was a space. This would give her time to figure out the next trap.

“Crawl, and you will be fine,” she told them as she looked around to see how this next trap was like, for someone had to figure these traps out, and she could not rely on anyone but herself.

The men, one at a time, started to crawl across to where she was.

The first guy reached Dawn and asked, “so what’s the plan with this one?”

“I am trying to figure out how it works so we can know what way to go,” she said.

“well, do it fast because that wall is not stopping,” he told her.

Why were men so impatient? It was not as if she did not try her best in figuring this out fast, but she just could not see what this trap was. She looked at the wall, there were silts on each side, but what would come out, she did not know.

As two others got to where she was at, it started to have not much room between the traps for them all to stand. Dawn worried about this. She turned and faced the last guy.

“Maybe you should wait just a bit. There is not enough room for all of us,” she told the last guy.

“I don’t think so. That wall behind me is moving. I’m not staying here,” he chose not to listen and started to crawl toward them.

As he crawled, almost to the end of the trap, abruptly, fire came out from the floor and burnt him to a crisp. Dawn watched this in horror as ashes floated down to the floor. This was what the mystery man meant by not everything was as it seemed. This made her worried that there was a second rig to all the traps, which meant they needed to be more vigilant.

“I can’t stay here. The wall is coming. I’m going to make a run for it,” one guy said. He feared what would happen if they did not.

“No, don’t, you won’t make it,” Dawn told the guy.

“And going slow, will it do any difference? I think that other guy who died may have survived if he just made a run for it. I have better chances than doing things your way,” the man said.

Another guy that was near could not believe his ears. It was not as if she knew there would be another part of the trap. And they did make it out mainly through the first trap. “You are stupid if you think you can run through these traps and survive. Have you ever watched a movie in your life or played a video game? Seriously, she did what she could, knowing what she did, and most of us made it through good enough. I’m sure she will be more careful this next time.” He would be following her. The way he saw it was whoever went first had more chances at dying and maybe the last one. He just had to stay in the middle. His odds were good.

“You just think that if she goes first, she will die first. You are such a coward,” the first guy said to the second.

“Don’t ever call me a coward,” the second guy pushed the first.

The first guy hit the second, but the second guy ducked, which made the first guy hit the third in the shoulder. The third guy twisted and stepped in the way of the trap. Both guys and Dawn stared at the third guy as he stepped backward, realizing where he was, had no time to do anything about it. Two swinging blades came out of the wall and sliced him in two. They watched as the man tumbled in three parts like he was a banana peel falling off the banana.

Dawn thought that could have been avoided. She could not believe these guys, and she would not die because they were idiots. “Now, you both need to behave, or I swear I’ll tell this killer just to kill us all,” she uttered in disbelief.

“No problem, I will listen,” the first guy said.

“Me too, I swear,” the second guy said. Watching the guy getting sliced looked painful. He did not wish to have that done on him.

Dawn looked at the blades that were slowing down. She did believe that this trap was done, and they could walk around the blades now. She looked behind her and could see that the wall had moved closer to them. It was almost to where they were. “Come on. I think this trap was done, so thank the guy for setting it. We can now walk freely around the blades.”

All three of them walked around the blades slowly. They were not taking any chances. They managed to walk to the next trap. Dawn looked at it, then looked toward the end of the hallway. She could see that there was only one more trap after this one to go through. She was so happy that they were almost done. She looked at the floor and noticed there were fake stones on the floor and wondered.

Dawn looked down at her feet, and she had no shoes and one sock. She needed a shoe. She gazed at the guys. They had shoes, she did not understand, but now was not the time for questions. “Give me a shoe,” she ordered.

The first guy did not even hesitate and gave her his shoe. She took the shoe then threw it on the stone. The shoe hit the stone, and the fake stone went down. Suddenly arrows shot from both sides of the wall. Now she knew what the next trap was.

“Don’t step on those stones,” she told them, and she started her journey carefully through the next trap. She walked all the way out of this trap and stopped right before the last trap. She turned and looked at the guys.

They were both being cautious. The first one reached where she was and was glad that he made it through. The second was being very careful, and he was almost out of it. Then he saw something change. He stopped.

“The stones are moving. What do I do?” he asked.

Dawn saw what he said. The stones were changing place and at random. She could not believe it. “You need to find a pattern if possible or just pray and step somewhere you believe won’t be a stone,” she did not know what else she could do or say to help him. “But you got to move. Eventually, a stone will pop where you are standing.”

The man began to step somewhere he thought would be safe. He was lucky. It was safe. And quickly gazed where he had been and she had been right, a stone appeared where he had been. He was glad he listened. He stepped again and slowly made it almost to the end. His last step was a fatal one. As he stepped, a stone appeared, and arrows shot him from both sides.

Dawn watched as the man fell to the floor, dead. She could not believe it they started with five people and now three were killed. She began to think that this game the mystery man played ensured that one died at each trap. She looked at the last guy. She did not wish to die, but the wall was coming, and if he had any brains, he figured it out as she did.

The guy stared at her, and he could read her mind. only one of them would survive this. “Go, I’ll take the dive, I guess,” he uttered. He did not wish to die, but he did not think they would have many choices, and he felt terrible to make her die for him.

“No, it’s okay. You can be the one to live,” she said. She quickly looked at the last trap. Nothing was there. She approached, took off her sock, and threw the sock into the trap. Lasers came on and sliced through the sock, leaving it to fall in shreds. As she saw this, she was unsure how to get across this trap.

The guy saw and figured out a method, and with the wall almost at their backs, they had no choice but to keep moving. “Go on your stomach, no lasers there, not that I saw,” the guy told her.

“Thanks,” Dawn said. “Let’s go together.” She took his hand, and they went on their stomachs and slowly moved across the trap.

She could see the end. She was glad to make it to the end. As she slowly moved off the trap, she signed in relief. The guy was just about to do the same when multiple lasers came out in a checked pattern, which went straight through him. It sliced him into bits and pieces.

His hand had been in hers, and she quickly let go of the hand that was now cut off from the rest of the man. She pushed herself away from the hand that was all that was left the whole of this man. She was terrified.

Slowly she stood up. She was out. She finally was out and survived. She looked and saw that she was right in front of the outside world. She could see the trees and plants and could smell the fresh air. She started to walk toward a tree and heard something.

“As I said, not everything is as it seems,” a deep voice said.

“I’m out there is nothing more you can do to me,” Dawn uttered in relief. She was out and free. And she was optimistic that this mystery guy was nowhere near this place. She could see the cameras in the trees as well as the cameras that were around the traps. She was no fool. She knew he watched at a safe location from there.

“Is that what you think, precious girl? You have no clue what I can do,” the deep voice expressed. As he watched this whole thing on his screens, he knew no one would survive this. He took his phone out and pressed a number. He watched her.

Suddenly Dawn felt weird. Something was wrong. “This is not fair. I made it out fair and square,” she uttered as her body began to shake. Slowly she fell to the ground.

“I don’t play fair, my precious,” the voice said as he watched her go into a seizure and foam at the mouth. The body went on for a few minutes then stopped. Dawn was dead. The killer smiled at her small attempt at avoiding her fate. He had injected all of them with a time-release poison. If only they all knew, no one ever survived him and his games.

A huge grin came across his face, onto his next game.

Part 3: Are you cold?

It was a typical day. Ashley arrived home, and her brothers were nowhere to be seen. She thought they may still be at work, would not be the first time they stayed to do extra hours. She went upstairs and began her schoolwork. After some time, she got hungry. She headed downstairs to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich, and drank some water.

As she got back upstairs, she felt herself losing consciousness, and soon enough, she passed out, collapsing at the top of the stairs.

Ashley woke up and to find herself in a very familiar room, yet she could feel something was different. She realized that it was her very own cellar. She could not see the difference, but she knew it was there, somewhere something was different.

She continued to look around and then noticed shadowy figures huddled together in the corner of the room. It took a moment, but she realized who the figures were. “Cameron? Josh?”

The two figures looked at her with fear and relief. “Ashley?” they said in unison.

“Ashley, how did you get down here?” one of the boys said.

She looked around the room, noticing that where the door was, now was cemented. She saw that there was no longer a door there. “I don’t know. It seems there is no way in or out,” Ashley said.

They all look around the room for an escape but to no avail. The room was completely closed off, which only made them all wonder how they got into the room in the first place.

Suddenly a deep voice echoed through the room. “Well, how are my precious toys doing today?” the deep voice said.

“Let us out of here, you crazy bastard!” Josh yelled toward the open space, to no one in particular. It was weird to think someone somewhere was listening and maybe watching them. He could not understand why this monster would do this to them.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. I’m not crazy, just pure evil. Now, you may not have noticed yet, but you are both chained to the ground, and my precious young lady here is also tied to the ground in the opposing corner to you. So you won’t be able to reach each other,” the voice said with humor in its words. The killer did enjoy playing games.

Now Ashley looked, she noticed a massive chain on her leg that connected to the floor. She could not believe this was happening to her brothers and her. She wanted to know why. “What do you want with us? Ashley asked.

“Oh, my precious one, you will see in due time,” said the voice.

After some time passed and the voice was no longer heard of, they all thought the person behind this was no longer listening or watching them. They did not know why this person was doing this to them. However, at this point, that did not matter. All that mattered was getting out of there.

“Ashley, how close can you get to us?” Cameron asked. He had an idea that he prayed paid off.

Ashley walked a few steps toward them but was held back around seven feet by the chain. Cameron and Josh stood up to walk toward her, but their chains also withhold them back. There were about five feet in between them and their sister.

“Cameron, Josh, what are we going to do? I can’t even get close enough to you guys to get a hug. I’m so scared,” Ashley exclaimed. This was unfair for this to happen to them. “We shouldn’t be in this situation. Whatever this situation is anyway.” She feared that this might be the end for her brothers and her. She did not wish it to be this way.

Josh reached his hand toward Ashley, and she did the same. Their hands barely touched. “It’ll be okay, Ashley. We will find a way out of here,” Josh said, trying to make Ashley feel better. However, he did not see how they would ever escape this.

“How will we get out!? The only way out of this damned cellar was the door heading upstairs to the kitchen, but it was sealed up by rock-hard cement! Do you have some super-human strength that can break through cement? No? That’s what I thought. We are doomed,” Ashley uttered. She had no hopes left in her. She knew there was only one way out of there, and she was sure it was by death.

“Ashley, don’t yell at Josh. It won’t make this situation any better. We just need to keep calm and come up with a plan on getting out,” Cameron told her. He did not have much hope either, but he was the oldest and had to think of something. At least he could try to be the hopeful one there.

“Oh, shut it, Cameron. There is no way out. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be in my corner,” Ashley said. She wanted to pout and be in her misery. She knew there was no way out of this mess, and she was aware that her brothers knew this too.

She walked over to the corner she was chained to and sat facing the wall, not wanting to see her brothers right then. No one could help them. They were doomed and hated this fact.

A few minutes later, the deep voice returned. “What a wonderful performance. I always love it when they don’t get along. How are my guests enjoying their stay?” the voice asked. He had other plans for these three.

“Go to hell,” Ashley said. She did not wish to deal with this person she did not know nor had the balls to show his face.

“Oh, that’s not very nice. Guess what? It’s playtime,” the deep voice told them.

“What do you mean playtime? Do we look like babies?” Josh exclaimed. He also was beginning to become frustrated at this unknown man who kept them locked up. Why could the man not show himself? Was he afraid that they would try to kill him? Josh would, too, if he ever saw this man that held them hostage. He would enjoy killing the man.

“Oh no, no, no, my precious boy. You all seem very grown-up indeed. It’s time to answer a question. If you answer the question correctly, good for you, but it will be time to have some fun if you get it wrong. My kind of fun,” the deep voice paused. “What instrument can you play but not hold? You have five minutes to come up with the correct answer. If you fail to do so, there will be consequences,” said the deep voice. “Your time has already started. I would get to it if I were you.”

They begin to think to themselves. Ashley thought she might have come up with the answer and decided to blurt it out instead of consulting her brothers.  “Your voice,” Ashley uttered.

“Bravo, precious girl, that is the right answer,” the voice paused. Little did they know that no one ever escaped him. “that was quite fun, but you still get a consequence.” Then he pressed a button on his phone.

The room began to fill up with ice-cold water.

“Wait, that isn’t fair. She got it right fair and square,” Cameron said. What was the matter with this guy?

“Yes, she may have gotten it right, but that doesn’t matter. No one escapes me. No one gets away, alive,” the deep voice told them.

Ashley looked at the water below her and realized it rose at a gradual pace. She did not think it would hurt them much. “Ha, you are so stupid. How do you suppose this water will hurt us? It is barely above my foot,” Ashley said.

“Oh, my precious child, you have yet to see how dangerous water can be,” the voice said.

Then the water began to pour in at a faster pace.

“Great, look what you did, Ashley. The water is coming in faster,” Josh said. He did not know why his sister reacted like this. If she did not piss off the guy, maybe they could have talked the guy into letting them go.

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” she told her brothers.

“Yes, it is. You called the guy stupid and questioned the water. Why do you have to be like that? Can’t you just shut up about stuff for once?” Josh says. He did blame his sister for this. Now they would drown, and it was all his sister’s fault.

“Guys, calm down. This is seriously not the time for one of your pointless arguments,” Cameron said. He was assessing the area and the water, trying to figure out what they could do. He could feel the coldness of the water.

He did not care about what his older brother said. He may be older, but not by much, being that they were twins. Josh did believe that he was smarter. He should have never come back there with his brother to take care of their sister. He should have listened to himself those years before. “Shut up, Cameron. You are the reason we are in this mess. If you had just let Ashley move in with Grandma after mom and dad died, then we could have stayed in Miami but no. You had to make us come back. We had a good life there. We had a future there,” Josh uttered.

Ashley looked at them, and the mention of their mom and dad brought tears to her eyes. Their parents died on a ski trip years ago. Because of an avalanche, the power went out for three days, and the guests were stuck in the lodge. Her parents were among those who did not survive it. When they finally got to the lodge to attempt a rescue, they had found most of the guests had froze to death. Ashley was only ten at the time. Her brothers, who were in college in Miami, stopped their schooling and came home to take care of her.

This was all her fault, Ashley thought. After she stopped thinking of her parents, she noticed that it had been getting freezing in the room. Colder than normal. She could see her breath in the cold air around her. The water that had been on the ground was starting to freeze. No, she thought. She could not die this way. She could not have the same fate as her parents.

“Cameron, Josh, he is trying to freeze us to death,” she told them.

Cameron and Josh had just now noticed the coldness of the air and water around their ankles. Carmon concentrated on getting out. He did not perceive the loss of feeling he had in his feet. Josh was so angry that he did not feel it either. Both of their feet were under the water. Now, their feet seemed to be stuck because of a top layer of ice.

“Ashley, keep your feet out from under the ice,” Cameron said. It was all he could think to do. He tried, but he and his brother were stuck.

Ashley looked down, but it was too late. Her feet were stuck, and the air seemed to be getting colder by the minute. It was as if the guy did something to this room to make it a freezer. No, it was colder than a freezer. This would not be good. “It’s too late. They are stuck,” Ashley uttered. She could feel her legs freezing, her arms and fingers going numb. She was unsure how long any of them had.

Ashley began to get very cold and had now lost the feeling in her legs and arms. She could feel the stiffness in her body as the coldness was settling in. She looked over at her brothers and noticed that they are no longer moving.

“Cameron? Josh? Are you guys okay?” she asked, but no answer. “Cameron?! Josh?! Guys?! Please don’t leave me.” Ashley had realized that her brothers were dead. With her last few minutes of life, she cursed at the person behind her brother’s death. The iciness took over her body and slowly froze her like it did her brothers.

“Don’t worry, my precious. You will join your brothers,” the voice once again echoes through the room.

With what little strength she had left, she wanted answers. “Why are you doing this? Why me? Why my family? What is wrong with you?” Ashley asked as she felt herself losing the battle for her life. Slowly she was falling into the cold depths of death.

“This is my favorite game,” the voice said, not that she would ever understand what goes through his head.

Ashley heard this last thing before she closed her eyes and became a human popsicle like her brothers. 

The killer watched through the screen, seeing the work that he did. It was marvelous, he thought to himself. He could barely wait for his next set. What would he do next? He had so many thoughts on that.

Part two: Can you get out?

Gently, Jenny woke up. She was lying on the floor of a room. She did not recognize the room. There were pipes that went across the ceiling as if they were in a factory basement of some sort. She looked around and saw a door. She did not like this place and was not staying. As she walked towards the door, her foot pulled on a chain. She stopped and saw that her foot was cuffed to a chain. She gazed at the chain and followed it to where it led to and saw that the chain went into a dark area of the room. She decided to follow the chain to see where it led to, just in case.

As soon as she walked into the dark corner, she stopped and saw another girl chained up and her mouth duct-taped shut. She approached the girl and then stopped when she saw the girl shake her head no at her.

But why would this girl not want her to come near her? Jenny could only wonder. She wanted to help this girl. They both needed to get out of there, for she realized that if they stay something horrific would happen.

“Let me help you,” Jenny told the girl.

The girl just shook her head no.

Jenny could not allow this girl to stay like that. She started to walk and then stopped at the girl’s cries. She could see tears in the girl’s eyes. What the hell was going on here? Jenny did not understand. It was still pretty dark, which only made her wonder at what was going on with this girl.

Suddenly, a light came on that showed Jenny very well the girl. She could not believe her eyes. The girl’s feet were tied to the ground and her arms tied straight up. The girl was standing up straight, and Jenny realized that her chained feet were attached to the chain that bound the girl’s hands. And it was a short chain, which meant that it pulled on the girl’s arms when she walked forward. This would be fine if it were not for her feet being tied too. It was an old fashion way of torture. Jenny remembered a movie once when a guy was torn apart by being connected to different horses. This was just another way of using the same method. She was appalled that someone would do this to them.

Jenny slowly backed up to her side of the room, which released the girl’s arms’ pressure. She saw the girl’s eyes telling her thank you. She wished she could do more.

Suddenly, a deep man’s voice began to speak, “You precious girls, how sweet it is for you to wish no harm onto the other. Now, you have a choice,” he paused as he pressed a button, and a key slid down on the opposite side of the wall from Jenny hooked onto a pole. “This key is the key to your freedom, Jenny. Now it’s your choice to stretch the other girl to get it or not.”

“What makes you think I would ever kill that girl for you, just for a key? Hell no. I’ll find another way,” Jenny yelled at the man. She was not going to do his dirty work for him.

“Dear precious Jenny, it is your choice to kill the girl or not, but do realize that your time is ticking,” the deep voice said. Then he pressed another button, and water started to pour into the room slowly. “Now, let me see what decisions you make knowing your life is nearing the end,” the deep voice then chuckled.

Jenny would figure something out. She would not kill anyone nor die for some evil man’s pleasures. “I won’t be your guinea pig,” she yelled at the voice. 

The water started to pour into the room, and she had to think of something. She moved a bit and then heard the other girl groan and knew she went too far. She tried to reach the key, but it was too far. In order for her to get that key, she would have to kill the girl. She backed up to her side of the wall.

“I know it will hurt, but we have to get out of here. There must be a way out,” she told the girl. She bent down and looked at the cuff and chain and tried to break the chain. It was no use. Every time she pulled the chain or moved it, the other girl would feel it. She was trying not to move it too much.

Then she just thought of something. She took the bobby pin that was in her hair and went for the lock on the cuffs. She would attempt to unlock the cuffs. As she put the pin into the keyhole and twisted, the girl screamed.

Quickly she turned and faced the girl and saw that the girl was given electroshocks. She moved the bobby pin out of the keyhole, and the shocks stopped. This was insane. The man thought of everything. That could not be possible. She could do this. She could find a way out of this. She tried to squeeze her foot out of the cuff, and it was no use. It was too tight.

“Listen, I know this may hurt, but I have to try. I’m going to try getting the key, and I’ll be as careful as I can not hurt you too much, okay?” Jenny asked the girl. And the girl nodded yes.

She assumed that this girl knew as much as she did that they needed to get out of there. The water was already to their ankle. It was only a matter of time. She slowly walked toward the key, leaving her foot back as much as she could. She heard the girl cringe in pain because she went too far. If only she could find something long she could use to help her get out of this. She looked around. She saw a pipe that was broken off a bit, and maybe she could finish breaking it and use it to get the key.

“I think I got an idea,” Jenny uttered. She walked over to the pipe and pulled on it. She pulled and pulled, and with a bit of strength, she pulled it right out of the socket it was in that was in the wall.

Suddenly, more water began to pour into the room. Oh no, what did she do? Now they had even less time. The water was now at her knees. As far as she could go, Jenny wadded through the water, not to hurt the girl too much. She stretched out with the pipe in hand. She tried and tried and was almost there. She moved just a bit more. She heard the girl yell in pain, but this was important, and they would live through this together. Jenny knocked the key with the pipe, and the key fell into the water.

“Shit,” Jenny said. She looked and looked but could not find the stupid key. “I will find it, just hold tight,” she told the girl. She could see that the girl was in pain, but she would live. Jenny walked around yet kept her foot at the right distance, not to injure the girl too much. The water rose faster, now at her hips. It was becoming hard to move around. Jenny decided to go into the water and see if she could find the key.

She plunged into the water and moved around slowly, touching the floor with her hands. She was moving her hands, and she finally found something. She picked it up and stood up.

“Ah!” she screamed as she threw the dead rat away from her. How could she have thought that the dead rat’s tail was a key? She could not believe this. She went back down into the water and looked for the key. Finally, she found something else. She prayed that this time it was the key.

She stood and yelled, “Yes, I found it!” She was so proud of herself. She walked over to her side of the walk, releasing some pressure for the other girl. She hoped that the other girl was not too damaged. She bent and used the key and unlocked her foot. She was glad that she could do this. Leaving the chain and cuff there, Jenny walked over to the other girl. She hoped that the key would work on the girl’s cuffs too.

As she approached the girl, she ripped the duct tape off the girl’s mouth. “I hope you are okay, not too badly injured?” she asked.

“I’m okay, in pain, but I believe I will survive,” the girl responded.

“Let me see if this key will work on your cuffs, too,” Jenny said.

She moved the key to the cuffs at the girl’s hand and was glad that the key works. The girl rubbed her wrists and was thankful to be free. Jenny went into the water. It was now at their midsections. She dove into the water and tried the key on the cuffs that were on the girl’s feet. She slowly unlocked the feet, glad the key was for all the cuffs.

As she moved up out of the water, she wondered how this man thought they would not get out of this. Abruptly, she saw red in the water. She moved up and popped her head out and was in horror by what she saw.

The girl had been impaled through her heart with a pipe. She could not believe that all her hard work was for nothing. She did not save the girl. This monster had a plan for everything. That made her think, what was his plan for her?

She quickly swam over to the door. She prayed it was not locked. She turned the knob, thankful that it was not locked. She pulled the door open. The water made it a bit difficult. It covered almost the whole door. As the door finally got open, she watched in dread at what she now faced. The man never had any intentions of letting her go. She looked at the wall that she now faced. It was a false door, no exit, just another wall.

The water rose, and she swam to the top. This was unfair, Jenny thought to herself. Why make her do all this if she was to be killed anyhow. She was annoyed.

“Why give me a key if you had no intentions of letting me go?” She yelled at no one but hoped that the man heard her.

The deep voice spoke, “Because I wanted to see what you would do. Would you kill the girl to save yourself? Or would you sacrifice yourself? It was fun watching you precious Jenny, but no one escapes me.”

Jenny heard him as the water went all the way to the top, leaving no air for her. There was nothing she could do now. As she ran out of air, water began to fill her lungs, and she closed her eyes to the impending death she waited to come for her. Slowly, Jenny lost consciousness, and her body floated up to the ceiling, drenched with water.

The killer just watched on a screen as he saw his work. This had been quite a bit of fun. The killer enjoyed seeing how Jenny managed, although not knowing there was no escape. And no one would find these girls any time soon. Not that it mattered, he watched from the comfort of his home. He could do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted. He was just that good. He was a genius in tech and in killing like this. He would never get caught. This he was sure. It was not as if the FBI had any leads.

“Ha ha ha,” he laughed at himself, at those stupid FBI agents that knew nothing of what he was capable of doing. Just wait, he thought. This was about to get good.

Part 1: Slice and dice

Slowly, a man woke up. He had been hit across the head with something and did not know what. As he slowly opened his eyes, he noticed two other people in the small room that he was in, another man and a woman. He approached the other two people and tried to wake them up. Slowly the guy and girl woke up, also unaware of why they were there.

“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?” one guy asked the other.

“I don’t see a way out,” he replied.

They all looked around, but the room seemed to have no doors or windows, not ones that they could find. It was dark and musty, like a basement without floors. He could feel the dirt at his feet, then realized that he had no shoes. No one did. Why would they be taken to this place and be taken their shoes away? It made no sense.

“I don’t see anything. By the way, my name is Bethany. And I have a bad feeling that this won’t be good,” the girl frustratingly said. She worried about the reason why they were brought there. She was certain it was for an evil purpose. She only wished that she knew if she would survive this. she prayed that she would.

“I happen to agree. Names William and the fact that we are trapped here makes me wonder what is going to happen to us,” one man said. He could only think about movies he had watched where people would get captured. He never believed it could happen in real life, in his life, yet there he was trapped, and he was aware that something bad would be happening to them.

He did not care for their depressive attitude. He was not going to stay there. “I’m Cody, and we need to find a way out. If we were put into this room, that means there is a way out,” he knew there had to be a way out. He needed to leave. He was not going to end up dead, not now that his life was finally coming together.

“I agree, but where? I don’t even see a line or something that could be an opening,” William said.

Cody started to touch the wall, trying to feel something, anything to give him an idea where there could be an opening. It seemed unreal. This whole situation was like a part of a horror movie, and he was not going to be the one who ended up dead. He would find a way out. He had to.

Suddenly something began to slowly move downward from the ceiling. They all wondered what it could be. As in descended, they all got nervous at what would happen to them. Finally, it was all the way down. It was a big red button on a panel.

Abruptly a deep man’s voice started to speak.
“My precious toys, time to play a game. There are three of you and one button. Whoever presses the button first lives. The rest die. Now it’s time for you three to decide who lives and who dies.”

They all looked at each other, not knowing what to do. How could anyone make such a decision?

“I think it’s a trap. It makes no sense to kill all but one. I bet the one who does it will be the one to die,” William said. There was no way he would press the button. He was sure of it being a trap. And anyhow, if no one pressed the button, then the killer would have to change tactic and that he thought was of better interest for them.

“And what if u r wrong? What if whoever presses the button gets to leave,” Cody uttered. He was not going to die for them. His life was worth more than theirs. He was sure of it.

“I agree with William. I think it’s a trap, and even if it is not, we don’t have to press it at all,” Bethany added.

“You both say that because you are afraid,” Cody uttered. He was not afraid to do what was needed to do to survive. He did not care who got hurt along the way. He would survive this.

He wondered about this man. He seemed so set on pressing the button, which made him worry. He did not wish to die either, but he could step up and do what was right. “If it’s not a trap, then the right thing to do here is to let her press it and live,” William told Cody. He did think it was the honorable thing to do.

Cody didn’t care about being honorable. He just wanted to live. He quickly went over to the button. He was going to survive this. He was dying for no one. “No, I’m not going to die for her.”

“Wait, it could be a trap,” William uttered as Cody pressed the button

As soon as Cody pressed the button, a huge blade came down on him and sliced him in half. The slicing sound echoed with the gushing sound of the pieces of his insides. As his body fell into pieces and all his insides spilled onto the floor, Bethany screamed at the horror, and William took her into his arms so she could hide her eyes from the gruesome scene. She could still see the image in her mind of how Cody’s body fell into two big pieces. His brain spilled out, as did his intestines and other parts. She could smell the sweet metallic scent of the blood. It was a horror scene.

William was right. It had been a trap. If only Cody had listened. He did believe that no one would be getting out of there alive. Now all they waited for would be when it was their turn to die.

And as if it were predicted, two more blades sliced through from the sides, cutting both people leaving them to fall into three pieces onto the ground. Blood spilled everywhere.

In a dark room, far from this place, the killer knew that he had no choice to kill these people. The FBI was on their way and knew of this location. So, he watched as the heads of the girl and guy rolled slightly away from their bodies. He had wanted to do more, play more with his new bodies, but he ran out of time for this location. That was okay because he had plenty of other locations the FBI still knew nothing about. He would find other bodies, other precious toys to play with.

He watched as the FBI broke into the room, they finally found the entrance. He saw as two FBI agents walked into the scene. He decided to have just a bit of fun before he stopped watching this scene. He took his phone out and pressed in a number. He watched as suddenly the floor became electric, and the FBI agents who were touching the ground were being shocked. It was a marvelous sight, seeing the dead bodies jerk like they were alive, and the live bodies slowly burned and jerked around. If only they knew he was nowhere near them. He was far, in another world, watching from a screen. He pressed another number on his phone, and that stopped the electro-current in the room. A creepy grin fell across his face. They were all so clueless.

They would never find him; he was just that good.