Chapter 1: It begins/part 1
The middle aged man looked up as he awoke. He wondered where he was, never before seeing the room he was currently in. He remembered getting into his car after work and then…nothing. He tried to move from his lying down position, but found out he couldn't. He was bound by each of his limbs. He tried struggling and found out he shouldn't. He felt a blade like object at the tip of each wrist.
He cried out and bright lights suddenly flickered into life. He squinted against the brightness. He heard static but couldn't see where it came from. His neck was strapped down, but he could turn his head left and right. He turned his head to the right and saw what had cut him moments earlier: a small device over his arm that looked like a small guillotine, with chains that held his arm down.
He panicked and looked to his left. He saw a similar device on his left arm. He also noticed a small television with a timer stuck on three minutes on top of it. His eyes widened with fear as the small puppet appeared on the screen.
"Hello Tyler. I want to play a game. You have murdered quite a number of people but with the help of your lawyer, the now deceased Art Blank, you have gotten almost no time to think about what you did. You've destroyed lives with the use of your hands. Now I want to see what you'll do to survive.
"To each arm, there is a small device. They are both linked to small pedals located near the bottom of your feet. Pressing the left pedal will activate the blade on your left arm, causing it to slice your flesh. The same will happen on the other arm when you press the right pedal. If you don't escape in three minutes, the door of this room will shut permanently, leaving you to either rot, or bleed to death. Live or die, make your choice."
Tyler struggled in horror as the screen went blank and the timer began to count down. He continued to struggle for what seemed like hours, before acknowledging there was only one way out. With only two minutes left on the clock, he felt around for the pedals. He found one beside his left foot. He touched it, but was reluctant to press it. With only a minute and a half left, he gritted his teeth and began to press the pedal down. He immediately released it as he felt the blade slice his flesh.
He closed his eyes and began to press it again. He continued to press it long enough for it to slice through the bone. It unlocked and he howled in agony. Before he could examine his hand, he saw that the timer was now on twenty-five seconds. He immediately pressed the other pedal and it began to slice through muscle and bone. It unlocked as his bone snapped. With only fifteen seconds left, he went to undo the strap around his neck. He realized his hands no longer worked, with the nerves being so badly damaged. He screamed as he heard the metal door slam into is frame.