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Circle 9:

Treachery

Todd found himself somewhere much like before... but much different in the same sense. He couldn't feel the pain from before. He couldn't feel anything anymore, just a soft, beating warmth in his hands and feet.

He could see anything either, just a pulsing whiteness all around him. At his feet, surrounded by a small circle of red, is the last key. It was an ordinary house key with the numbers 777 scratched on the surfaced.

He couldn't remember why the number was important, nor does he feel the need to care. The feeling was new for him, he thought, adding the key from the previous state and the one next to him onto his necklace. Nine keys.

He took several paces forward, feet leaving behind red footprints. The boy stopped, feeling the keys settle heavily on his chest. Suddenly, there was a pull coming from inside his head-

"We got him!"

Todd looked around with wide, brown eyes. His pupils were blown wide, facing aching.

"I told you a good slap would get him out of it. Always does,"

"Oh shut up," a man barked, "we can get in a lot of trouble for that!"

The previous man in white scoffed, turning back to Todd with a crazed look in his eyes. "Now you better stay like that!"

Todd's heart struck against his ribs violently. He was tied down to a table, looking up at the people surrounding him. "What's going on?" he asked in a small voice.

"Don't worry, we'll be done here soo-zztshhszt

He belted out a scream, world trembling around him. The pulling on his head snapped and his body suddenly collapsed in on itself.