A/N. I am so happy with the reviews and to This Iz Pointless, thanks for the tips and I hope I did better with this chapter! So without any more pesky author notes, here is the story!

Max POV

I woke up and looked around confused. I wasn't in my cell anymore; I was tied to the chair just like I was when I first got here. It's been at least 3 days since I first got here and I was getting desperate since none of my plans were working.

Dylan was sitting across from me. I got a good look at him and I cocked my head to the side as I took in his blonde hair, his bright blue eyes and male model features. He was a rich kid who had everything in the world he could possibly want. I couldn't understand why he would kill someone when he had everything and in the process took everything from me.

He noticed my expression when he finally looked up and scowled "What are you staring at blondie?"

I raised an eyebrow "Why?"

Now he looked confused "Why did you kill her?" I asked him. I was genuinely curious.

His expression changed from a scowl to a pained one as if he wasn't some sociopath. "None of your business," he said and was about to question me no doubt but I was quicker.

"She was something to you wasn't she?" I asked him. It was a stab in the dark but I could tell I was right so I continued.

"What was she? A girlfriend? A sister? A friend? What did she do to you to make you want to kill her?" I pressed on. I had this strange idea that maybe if I could understand more than I could have a higher chance of escaping. Maybe if I befriended him he'd let me go.

"Enough!" he shouted. He raised his hand to hit me but stopped himself and sat in his chair as if he didn't know what he was doing anymore.

"It wasn't supposed to go this far," he whispered. For a moment he wasn't the evil monster we all hate and I saw and opportunity. If I could keep him like this maybe I could reason with him and he'd let me go.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"She looks like you, you know," he told me. "She was my girlfriend, her name was Maya but then I caught her in bed with someone else," he shook his head disgusted. "I was going to ask her to marry me God dammit!" he said frustrated. I felt a flicker of sympathy but then I remembered the cruel smile he had when he shot her, how he ruined my life, all the hell he put me through and it was instantly extinguished but I tried to look sympathetic.

"I confronted her and she told me that I was nothing to her, nothing! Then I followed her and I did it. I was always known for my anger. If you hadn't been there it would have all been ok!" he yelled at me with the crazed look back in his eyes.

"She drove you insane didn't she? You said you had anger problems and she just pushed you over the edge and now your too far gone you can't go back," I said figuring it out. "Now your anger is always in control and you're doing crazier and crazier things! Can't you see you're a monster now? You can stop, just let me go," I tried to reason with him.

He shook his head violently and pointed at me accusingly "No! I can't and after you're gone everything will be ok," he said. He was back to his angry monster self.

"It will never end! After you kill then what? There will be investigations, it will never end," I reasoned but he was beyond reason again.

"I don't know why I tried anyway! Three nights, you'll be killed and then it will be over," he said then began to untie me. Maybe if I move fast enough I could…

Dylan seemed to sense my thoughts "There's a guard posted at the door, you'll be dead as soon as he sees you," he said in a cold and heartless voice.

"I'll get out of here one way or another," I hissed in his ear as he bound my hands with rope.

"I'm sure you will," he said and flashed his twisted smile as he threw me in the cell again.

I crawled into the corner of my cell and just sat there. I don't know how long it took before reality finally hit me. I wasn't going to get out; I was really going to die. Optimism is overrated, I remembered a quote from this book I read, I rather face reality head-on and this was my reality.

I put my face in my bound hands and I cried silently. I hated feeling so weak and vulnerable.

My food tray came in through the slot again. I let my gaze slide past it and then I did a retake.

The food tray, I'd never given it much thought but the tray had to be removed somehow. I hastily wiped my tears and moved over to the tray.

I realized the answer was staring me right in face. Dylan had to take out the food somehow and most likely while I was sleeping. I knew what I had to do.

I had to pretend to sleep and be ready for when he starts to unlock the door.

I looked at my weak state, I had lost a considerable amount of weight and I probably couldn't take him on like this but I had three nights to go.

I dropped to the floor and started doing pushups to build my strength.

"One to freedom, two to freedom, three to freedom…"

A/N. So I went a little bit more into the whole murder thing and I think I explained it pretty well but I want to know your opinion! Oh and quick question: on a scale of 1-10, what level are my writing skills?

-Indy