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You stare in awe at the swirling mass as it suddenly flies away from you, past the open gate and into the darkness.

What the... you think. .

After a few minutes you holster your gun and contemplate on what to do next.

Suddenly from a short distance you hear..."Find my bride...or I will never leave you...my sweet."

You use your flashlight and follow the noise.

Turning on your flashlight, you make your way past the gate and into the darkness. A few feet past the gate, you see something shining on the ground. At closer inspection, you see that it's a pocketwatch.

You pick it up and examine the exquisite artwork put into the dark bronze cover.

"It's very beautiful." you think.

TICK, TICK, TICK...

Although it's looks very old, it seems to still function!!

You push a small button next to the winding wheel and the cover flies open showing the face of the watch. Inside the cover is an old sketch of a man and woman...one black  and one white. 

"What a cute couple. " you say softly.

Sadness seems to pour over you as you hear the faint buzzing of the bees.

Quickly, you shine your flashlight up ahead and make out the cloaked figure standing next to a large tree. The buzzing is coming from a large bee hive hanging from one of the branches.

"It is midinight!" cries the voice. You have until dawn to find me my bride.

You look down at the watch and notice the minute hand move over the twelve.

"Follow this trail into another dimension, a dimension I cannot travel. Find my bride...or live with me forever."

The figure dissapears. You shine the light to the right of where the figure once stood and find a dirt trail that leads over the hill the tree stands on.

"Let's go find this guy a bride." you say.

You follow the trail.

Following the trail is quite easy to do since all of the bees lead you to where you need to go. Your trusty flashlight does the job but soon the night begins to break away and a hint of sunlight reaches over the horizon.

Soon, you don't need the flashlight at all...everything seems to be moving at a fast pace. You notice a jack rabbit dart past you on the trail but everything around it seems to blur. Realizing you have focused on the buzzing bees the whole time, you start to look around you.

Everything is moving at a fast pace yet nothing moves at all.

You stop as the bees surround your head and then dart away. You are standing in the middle of a ghost town. A few old buildings make up what is left of a town that looks like it came out of an old western.

In front of you an old saloon. The door to the saloon swing in and out with the wind.

Things are moving normal now. You are drawn to the old saloon.
Before you can even put your hand on the door knob, something or someone breaks through the door pushing you violently back into the video cameras. Sparks fly all around as a menacing figure holding a chainsaw stands about 5 feet away.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! the chainsaw sputters. The figure wears a grotesque pig mask two or three sizes too big for it's  body. It wears denim overalls and a red long sleeved shirt. The outfits you usually see farmer's wear.

You can hear muffled laughter coming from  under the mask as the thin figure start to swing it's saw in a criss cross motion toward you. You try to run back toward the front office but it takes a second to get your feet to follow your commands.

The pig man barely nicks your shirt when the chainsaw comes in contact with a video monitor and then  sputters to a stop. The pig man tries to start his saw again still laughing from under the mask.

This is your chance to act!!!

You run directly at the pig man!!

Without hesitation you run directly at the pig man as it tries to start the chainsaw. You tackle it to the ground and the pig mask goes flying off  the head of what seems to be a man in his late 50's or early 60's.

His face is stuck in a contorted grimace as he hits the ground with you on top of him. He begins to laugh as his bloodshot eyes start to dart in your direction. You make a fist out of your right hand and without even thinking, send it crashing into the nose of the laughing, old man.

 Blood begins to flow freely form both nostrils as he continues to laugh at you. He raises on finger toward you in a mocking manner. At this time you realized you are going to need something more to finish him off.

What could finish off this crazy old coot?

You hit him over the head with a video monitor?

As you go to grab a nearby video moniter, you start to feel very tired. The monitor seems to get very heavy as you pull the wires away and try to lift it over your head to finish off the old man.

Soon your eyes are unable to focus and you drop the monitor to the ground.

The last thing you can make out is the old man slowly getting back to his feet and putting on the pig mask. His laughter echoing in  your ears.

You black out!!
You look at the key and back to Monica, unable to help but feel like this is far too easy. The note said you would have to pay a price to free her. But, the key had just been handed to you so carelessly. Taking a deep breath, you hurry over to Monica's side and look at the locks keeping the bindings on her wrists and ankles secured in place.

Putting the key into the first lock on her wrist, you twist it around until the lock comes undone. All you have to do now is unbuckle the leather restraints. You start working on that when suddenly a glowing mass of molten copper splatters out of the pipe, landing on Monica's shoulder, some of the splatter landing on your hip and burning clean through your pants.

On reflex you throw yourself backward away from her, watching as she starts to scream while the molten copper burns into her shoulder. The scent of her burning flesh stings your nose.

You keep Trying

Gritting your teeth, you hurry back to Monica and work on unlocking her other hand. Just as you get it free, you can hear more molten copper coming down the pipes. She seems to hear it as well, throwing herself from the chair to lay out on the floor with her ankles still bound while you also moved away from the splash zone. When more molten metal falls from the pipe, it hits the chair and burns through the wood but only barely spatters onto the backs of her legs.

Hurrying, you work to free both of her ankles as well then help her move quickly away from the chair just in time to avoid a huge flood of the melted down copper as it was dumped down over the chair. The wood breaks down quickly under the hot metal, but the two of you are safe from any more burning splatter at least.

Removing the gag from her mouth, you watch as she breathes through the pain of her burns before thanking you for saving her.

You just shrug, unsure what else to say. You probably could press for answers about her investigation into your parents, but that's all in the past and can't be changed anyway. Why reopened old wounds?

She's still blubbering various thanks when a door opens on the far side of the room. You stand and feel confused when she doesn't move to follow you.

"I can't go through that door." She says, still gingerly touching at her burnt shoulder and the backs of her legs.

"Why not, it's the only way out."

"When I first woke up in here, there was a voice in the room. It sounded like a recording. It said that if the person that came through the room saved me, then I had to stay here when they went through the door. If I go through that door I'll die." She explains through tears, still half hysterical.

"Fine, whatever," You mutter, moving away from her and toward the door. You had saved her, what she did with that was her own damn business not yours.
You aren't sure what is about to happen, but Monica hadn't given much thought to what would happen to you when she had left you with your family instead of removing you. Bribe or not, she could have saved you and she didn't. Why should you do any differently for her?

Stepping back a bit, you watch as she continues to struggle against her bindings to no avail. The sounds coming from the pipe get louder with the occasional half melted coin dropping down it. One lands on her head, the melted copper burning into her skin and making her howl through the gag in a mixture of pain and panic.

Suddenly, you hear a very different sound coming down the pipe and jump a bit as a stream of molten copper suddenly falls from the pipe. It splatters onto Monica's side, burning into her shoulder and arm. She shrieks into the gag, struggling in an attempt to move the chair she is stuck in. It is secured in place, as is she.

You give In and Help

Not able to listen to her muffled screams, you grip the key and move in to try and free one of her hands. Getting one free, you quickly do your best to get the other loose as well. Just as you get it free, you can hear more molten copper coming down the pipes. She seems to hear it as well, throwing herself from the chair to lay out on the floor with her ankles still bound while you also moved away from the splash zone. When more molten metal falls from the pipe, it hits the chair and burns through the wood but only barely spatters onto the backs of her legs.

Hurrying, you work to free both of her ankles as well then help her move quickly away from the chair just in time to avoid a huge flood of the melted down copper as it was dumped down over the chair. The wood breaks down quickly under the hot metal, but the two of you are safe from any more burning splatter at least.

Removing the gag from her mouth, you watch as she breathes through the pain of her burns before thanking you for saving her.

You just shrug, unsure what else to say. You probably could press for answers about her investigation into your parents, but that's all in the past and can't be changed anyway. Why reopened old wounds?

She's still blubbering various thanks when a door opens on the far side of the room. You stand and feel confused when she doesn't move to follow you.

"I can't go through that door." She says, still gingerly touching at her burnt shoulder and the backs of her legs.

"Why not, it's the only way out."

"When I first woke up in here, there was a voice in the room. It sounded like a recording. It said that if the person that came through the room saved me, then I had to stay here when they went through the door. If I go through that door I'll die." She explains through tears, still half hysterical.

"Fine, whatever," You mutter, moving away from her and toward the door. You had saved her, what she did with that was her own damn business not yours.
You try to guage the distance between yourself and the note then make a jump for it. The nails rip into your feet on the landing, but the momentum lets you pull your feet up from the nails quickly enough. The pain shoots up your legs as you stand on your bleeding feet, but at least you made it past the bed of nails hiding beneath the floor. You pick up the card and read it, surprised that is much more straightforward than Forrest's. According to the note, all you have to do is press the button to speed up the bolts being drilled into their skulls. Both of them have their own button welded onto the metal sheet on the wall of the cage facing you. It must be remotes. Your mother's name, Karen, is on the left and your step father's name is on the right. You could kill one to save the other... Or both.

You kill Your Mom

You slam your hand down onto the button with your mother's name over it. Greg may have been the one to hurt you, but she was the one who let it happen over and over again. The one person in your life that was supposed to protect you and she had invited the monster into the house and then turned a blind eye to what he was doing to you. At times she had even blamed you for it, accusing you of seducing him on multiple occasions.

Peering out from around the metal sheeting hiding the buttons from the view of the occupants within the cage, you watch as your mother suddenly starts screaming as the bolts in her device begin to turn faster. They drill into her skull before eventually breaking through with a sickening crunch.

Greg moves away from her for a moment, watching as she starts to convulse on the floor and spit foam. Eventually, she goes still, blood dripping from her nose now that the bolts have pierced her brain. Greg yanks the fishing line up her throat until it pops out of her mouth with a spurt of blood. Strips of the inside of her throat dangle off the hooks as he clasps the blood soaked key in his hand.

It doesn't take him long to unlock his device, though he has to really yank on it to get the bolts off of his head. The heavy metal of the thing hits the floor with a loud sound that makes you jump as you watch Greg slowly turn towards you.

He snickers a bit, looking you up and down in the same way that always made you feel so dirty as a young girl, "Couldn't let me die, huh? I knew you wanted it all along. I'd give you another ride when we get out of here, but you've been passed around too many times now."

You bite down on your inner cheek as his words cut straight to your gut, making you feel simultaneously revolted and enraged, "Don't you mean I'm too old for you now?"

His face loses some of the smugness when you spit the words back at him. If you're lucky, he'll die some other way before he escapes this place. But, for now, you have other places to go. The exit is now open, beckoning you away.
You try to guage the distance between yourself and the note then make a jump for it. The nails rip into your feet on the landing, but the momentum lets you pull your feet up from the nails quickly enough. The pain shoots up your legs as you stand on your bleeding feet, but at least you made it past the bed of nails hiding beneath the floor. You pick up the card and read it, surprised that is much more straightforward than Forrest's. According to the note, all you have to do is press the button to speed up the bolts being drilled into their skulls. Both of them have their own button welded onto the metal sheet on the wall of the cage facing you. It must be remotes. Your mother's name, Karen, is on the left and your step father's name is on the right. You could kill one to save the other... Or both.

You kill Them Both

Looking at the two buttons, you can't help but think about how both of them deserved to die. They had both worked together and destroyed your childhood. Both had hurt you in different ways. And neither of them had ever faced any sort of consequence for it. Until now at least.

You press both of the buttons at the same time before peering around the metal sheet to see into the cage. Greg has Karen pinned, trying to get to the fishing line in her mouth. But, now both of the devices around their heads suddenly begin to drill the bolts into their temples at an enhanced rate.

Greg falls backward from the pain, thrashing about as the bolts drill through his skull with a sickening sound. Your mother falls over as well, screaming as the bolts pierce through her skull bone and into her brain. Their bodies go into convulsions shortly after, bringing silence to the room broken only by the sound of the drill turning the bolts and their limbs kicking about.

Finally, the bolts are all the way in and the devices fall silent, as do their convulsing bodies go still. Blood trickles from their noses and foam from their mouths. Both dead as far as you can tell.

A door opens up in the corner of the room, beckoning you to leave this tomb. They deserved this. A pedophile and a worthless mother that let it happen. They belonged together in here. Now you can leave them to rot.
"Fuck you," the words come out as a growl from your throat as you stand still and watch them through the bars.

"She's a junkie, a whore. That's all she's ever been and all she'll ever be," Greg spits out the words like bullets, but the insults feel empty in the current situation. You have the power here, not him.

"That's rich coming from you. I'd rather be a junkie whore than a pedophile, you sick fuck. You deserve whatever is about to happen to you," You lean forward as you growl out the words, "And I'm going to enjoy watching you die."

The television cuts on before any more words can be said, the now familiar voice commanding everyone's attention.

"Hello Greg and Karen. The lives you have lived have brought nothing but harm to those around you. A pedophile who abuses his stepdaughter and a mother who turns a blind eye and allows it to continue for years. You have lived your lives caring only for yourselves. Today your will to live will be tested. The devices you wear can only be unlocked with the key that the other has down their throat. You only have to pull the line out of the other's mouth to free yourselves. The screws on either side of your head will slowly drill into your skull once the time starts. You have three minutes before they pierce your brain. Live or die, make your choice."

The screen cuts to static then begins a countdown from three minutes. You watch as both of them try to pull at what appears to be fishing line hanging from their mouths and secured to their shirts to prevent them from swallowing it completely. Both stop pulling almost immediately, gasping in pain. Moments later you hear the drills start up, slowly cranking their way continuously tighter as the clock ticks by.

You keep Watching

Stepping away from the spiked floor, you instead turn to watch as your stepfather advances toward your mother. He's a monster, but then so is she in a different way. They aren't worth skewering your feet to save. Unlike Forrest, they are capable of saving themselves or each other if they just try. What happens will not be on you.

He catches your mother around the shoulders and it isn't until then that she seems to register what he is doing. As he reaches for the fishing line hanging from her mouth and attached to her shirt, she starts to struggle and try to move away from him. The grip he has on her shoulders is strong enough to keep her from getting away, but he can't get a grip on the fishing line without letting her go and they just struggle back and forth cursing each other for a few moments while the bolts drill tight enough into their skulls to draw blood.
"Fuck...FUCK!" You shriek, turning back around to the box.

You don't know which one has the key, but it's the only way to open the locks on the straps keeping Forrest trapped. Taking a deep breath, you shove your hand back into the first hole as fast you can. The steam cranks on and burns hot, but you reach the bottom. You feel around for a second, but find nothing and yank your arm back out of the oven of steam.

Pulling it back out your enter arm is now covered in heat blisters and an angry, shiny red color. It surges with a pain you can barely stand. Tears stream down you face as you cradle your burnt arm.

"I can't do this..." You mutter to yourself as Forrest continues to scream in agony.

You let Him Die

You jump slightly as the second series of torches start burning him at his thighs, hips, and waist. Watching as Forrest writhes about in his bonds and screams in agony, you steel yourself for what you are about to witness.

His feet are nearly burnt down to the bone and the thicker parts of his legs are starting to bubble with huge heat blisters. The skin is gone where the flames hit directly, the meat of him being burnt now. It is a sickening stench that fills the room and turns your stomach sour, you've seen a lot of horrible shit in your life. But this is something else entirely.

The next series of torches cut on, lighting up his arms and shoulders. He howls in pain, his face red with effort and veins bulging in his forehead. His eyes are wide in terror, tears streaming down his cheeks. It's too late now to save him, even if you wanted too he was beyond it now.

A few moments later, the final series of torches fire up. Flames lick up his throat and on either side of his ears. It lights his short hair on fire, engulfing his head in flames as his horrified shrieking intensifies then goes silent as his body goes limp. The flames keep cooking his corpse for a while as you stare transfixed at the scene, watching as his face burns away to reveal charred skull underneath.

When the torches finally turn off, you are left staring at a burnt corpse. The air is so thick with the stench of his burnt flesh and the smoke from it that you can barely breathe. The grinding sound of a metal door opening on its own catches your attention, but you vomit when you have to walk right past his body to get to it. The smell is overpowering and you have nothing in your stomach but acid to puke up.

This room will be his tomb, you know that as you walk out of the door. But, it won't be yours.
"You ruined my life," You spit out at him, watching as he struggles to get free.

"Do you know what he did to me?" You can't help the bark of near hysterical laughter that escapes you. It's a pointless question though, he can't answer you with his mouth sewn shut like that.

Fidgeting a bit, you glance over at the screen once more. It's now counting down from ten seconds. You don't know what happens when it reaches zero, but you step back a bit just to be safe. Forrest ruined your life in so many ways, it feels fitting to be given this kind of power over him.

The countdown finally hits zero and you jump as flames shoot out of small metal pipes at his feet. Forrest's screams are muffled by his mouth being clamped shut, but the sound still rattles around inside your head even as the acrid odor of burnt flesh hits your nostrils.

You watch

Crossing your arms, you stand firm and fix him with a cold stare. The stench of him cooking makes you nose burn and smoke is starting to rise up from his lower legs. The skin on his feet is gone where the flames hit, but the skin not in the direct heat is developing huge blisters rapidly before your eyes.

He continues to scream in muffled agony as you watch. It feels somehow justified to see him in pain like this. His will just be momentary, but yours lasted for years. He ruined your life. He used you and then traded you like a worthless trinket when he was done with you. There were years of your life that you could never get back.

But, his shrieking eventually leads to the thick threads holding his lips shut tearing through the skin. His once unintelligible noises are now words, screamed in pain and terror as blood oozes down his chin. It hurts to hear him in pain like that, no matter who he is.