Ramsen woke up when a sharp pain screamed in the left of his neck. He jerked backward and the pain moved into the back of his neck. He then held his head with is neck straight. he slowly moved his eyes to the right to see a blurry black line. Too close to make out. He moved them to the right and discovered the same time. He looked straight and saw an electric turkey cutter, the kind peopole normally use at Thankgiving. A note card was taped to the white handle:
TAKE ME
He reached out and touche it. It swayed backwards and then back, closer to his face. Behind it he noticed a deranged picture. No picture, but a mirror. He saw himself with a iron square around his head. Razorblades lined the inside. This was the pain he had felt, what made the blood gush out in a stream down his neck onto his white collared shirt. He saw the cutter swinging from the ceiling. He snatched it and yanked it off. He heard a ticking start and a voice echo an untold corner of the room.
"Ramsen Kermile. As long as you have lived you have stood everything that was bad at the company you work for. You have kept hazordous factories safe, helped those who dumped waste into rivers, and polluted the air with filth. For what? All so you can drive your perfect little car to your perfect little house in your perfect little world. The same world you are destroying.
In front of you hangs the tool you must use to escape. Under your right foot rest a key in the arch. When the clock behind you reaches 12:00 PM, the chain in which the box around your head is hanging on will slwly crank upward. The strap around your stumach, which can also be unlocked by the key, will hold you in place. Your head will eventually come off. How far are you willing to go to live? Let the game begin."