The tune of Happy Birthday playing woke Spencer up. Startled, the brunette sat up in her bed, still breathing heavily from the nightmare she just escaped, just to be plunged into yet another one. Except, this nightmare was real.

There was something off. For starters, the bed, just like the room, she was in was not hers. Spencer could tell because her mattress at home was softer, and felt less like she was lying on a piece of foam on the floor.

Whoever built this hellhole of a dollhouse must have had a budget.

Secondly, there was something unusual about the song being played. It was higher pitched than the usual song that Spencer sung at birthdays. And instead of filling her with warmth, it's almost shrill sounds put her on edge.

After a moment of listening to the sound (and the quick, scared beating of her heart, Spencer deduced that this version of the classic kid's song was played in the minor scale, which was often used in sad songs.

Whoever was playing this was purposely trying to creep Spencer out.

In her morning drowsiness, it took a moment for the kidnapped high school student to realize why A was playing that song.

"No," she gasped out loud. Could they have been trapped here that long? Was it really… ?

Spencer was eighteen today.

And although she wasn't as much into her own birthday celebration as Aria, Hanna or Emily, this was not how she imagined to spend her first day as an adult.

This day was the day she was supposed to become free. Yet, she was more trapped than ever. Literally.

Only then did she notice a box on her bedside table. It was almost pretty; wrapped in blue with a pretty green silky ribbon, with a chocolate-colored cupcake on top.

Seeing food for the first time in days, Spencer wasted no time before stuffing it in her mouth in a very mannerless way.

She took more time to open the gift. Mainly because she was afraid of what to find.

There were only three pictures in the box, along with a note. Emily's, Aria's and Hanna's faced smiles at her, and for a second, Spencer wondered why there wasn't a picture of Mona in there as well.

But as she read the message A left her, she had other things to worry about.

Happy Birthday Spencer. Your gift: pick two girls who deserve food today. Choose wisely, or all will starve.

With trembling hands, Spencer placed the note back into the box. Breathe racked her body as she tried to control her shaking.

"Please," she turned to stare straight at the camera that had watched her sleep minutes before. "Please don't make me do this." Tears began to fill her eyes. "Take my food away. Torture me. Kill me, if that's what you want. Just don't make me choose between them. Don't make me hurt them."

For a while, nothing happened. Spencer remained huddled together at the head of her bed, still shaking slightly. But as soon as it became clear that she wasn't going to hold up any of the pictures, the sirens began blasting, the shrill sound on top of the creepy tube of Happy Birthday, bursting her eardrums.

Spencer felt dizzy as she stumbled off the bed and onto the floor, crawling in the direction of the door. She knew she didn't have much time before she'd lose consciousness.

Maybe it was the cupcake, she thought as she drifted into darkness. She should have known better than to eat food A have her. Although, it wasn't like she had much of a choice.

Spencer woke up a few hours later with the sticky red liquid of blood smeared across her body and the floor.