Ian awoke lying in what looked like a room in a morgue wearing only the pair of boxers and the under shirt he went to bed in. In front of him was a full x-ray of a man. In his chest was a key, right were his heart was. Upon further investigation, he found that the x-ray was actually a live viewing of a man encased and strapped against three iron walls. Leather held him by the waist, feet, and neck. The opposite wall had holes that allowed access to his chest and face. A leather S&M mask was placed tightly against his face. Ian reached in and unzipped the mouth zipper and the man jerked his head back and tried to escape, only to meet disappointment.

"Ian? Ian! Oh my God man, help me!"

"Who are you?"

"It's Micheal! Please man, you gotta get me out. I have been in here forever."

Tapped to the chest of his long-time friend was a tape recorder. Ian reached out and to it away. Mike screamed. "What the fuck did you just do!"

"Be quiet a second." Ian hit the play button and a raspy voice came on.

"This man you think is your friend has a dirty little secret. He wants your has developed an attraction for your girlfriend. Get the key out his chest and escape the room in two minutes or the door will lock and you will be trapped in this prison. Let the game begin." Ian slowly looked into Micheal's eyes then to a tray of instruments.

"Dude, think about this."

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to die." Mike screamed as Ian moved to the tools he would use to escape the room.On the tray was a mallet, three scalpels that were all different sizes, and a thick wire curved to a hook. Ian wheeled the cart that the tray rested on over in front Mike. "I'm so sorry," Ian said picking up the mallet, "but its you or both of us." He picked up the mallet and swung it onto the left Mike's bare chest. Mike screamed as his ribs shattered on impact. Ian worked out daily, making it easy to smash bones with a mallet. He gritted his teeth and swung the mallet again causing the skin break. Blood came out in splats onto Ian's face and chest.

"Please stop!" Mike pleaded through gritted bloody teeth. Ian swung again and met little bone, meaning most was broken. "Fuck! Dude, please, stop!" Tears streaked down Mike's face. Ian grabbed the scalpel and jabbed it downward into Mike's chest. It slid down easily splitting the skin and bringing massive amounts of blood which fled down over the wall under the chest hole. "No more, please, no more," Mike pleaded one last time before passing out several quick hacks later with the largest scalpel. When Ian pulled the hook off the tray and stood in front of the x-ray screen he realize his friend was now dead. He examined the hook enter the cavity he created the chest approach the key. It hooked the small hole on top of the key and he pulled it out.

When the key left Mike's chest it fell to the ground where bone and flesh lay that had been pulled from Mike's chest. He picked it up and ran to the door. He unlocked it and flung it open just as the permanent lock shot out the door frame. He had made it, but he felt his stomach drop when he saw what was in the next room.