The smell was putrid and the ground was messy. Sheila woke up from her daze. She was in a garage of some sort. It looked like a storage garage. She was chained to a chair, she pulled herself up only to turn on a television.
An ugly skeleton like clown puppet appeared
"Hello Sheila. You have gone through your life thinking you were better than others. Was it intelligence that placed you above? Was it charity? No it was your face. Your face that put you on the top of the ladder, your face which got you a rich partner in life. Do you ever stop to wonder if there are Quasimodo's in this world? Or are you do busy cheating on your husband to even care about anyone besides your self? Today well find out if looks can kill"
The puppet disappeared and footage of Sheila on an operating table appeared.
"I have sewn ten keys into your face. You will need two to escape. One to unlock you from your chair and the other to unlock the main door." The vile puppet appeared again.
"Once you unlock your chair, a timer will start you will have five minutes to unlock the main door. The odds are not in your favor because a poison gas will be pumped into this poorly ventalated garage when you unlock your self from your chair. I have given you a rusty cheese grader to peel for your freedom. I am not like the men in your life who think with their penis I will not give you any unfair advantages. Live or die the choice is yours."
Sheila felt her face, the person had spread out the keys. She reached for the cheese grader and started to peel. Whoever locked her here had clearly sewn the keys in deep. She pulled the first key out, blood was gushing from her face
"Help Please!" she yelled into the abyss. The key would not fit in, no matter how hard she tried to shift it.
"Damn!" Sheila threw the key to the side in anger. She bit her tounge and repeated the process, with no success. She felt like throwing up. Blood was everywhere. The third key worked. Sheila was out of her chair. As promised though gas began pouring in and a clock began ticking.
She grabbed the grader and sliced again. The grader became stuck on the key. She pulled but it ripped her skin. This was too much and she fell hard on the cold cement floor.
"Im going to die." She couldn't handle another slice at the skin. The garage was fogged in gas. The last thing Sheila remembered was the buzz of the clock. She was sealed in her tomb. There was no hope now, she coughed up blood and died.