Dean woke up in a pitch black room. He made some noises as he slowly felt around until he found a wall. It was a cold stone wall. He took one small step after the other while feeling the wall until he found a door. He carefully placed his hand on the door knob and smiled over the fact that there wasn't any electricity going through it.
He opened the door and found himself in a narrow hallway with stone walls as well. At least there was enough light to see where he was going. He kept walking slow, expecting new traps to pop up and try to take him down. Nothing happened. He soon made it to the door in the other end.
"Fuck my life," he mumbled. "What the hell did I do to deserve this? Well, for starters, you broke into people's homes, you dipshit."
He was scolding himself lowly out of fear. There were no noises there so he only had his own voice to keep himself calm.
"Come on, big man. Open the door. You're not fucking scared, are you?" He asked.
He opened the door and found stone steps on the other side. They led up to yet another door.
"What the fuck was the point with this door then? Who the hell built this shit?" He asked.
He walked up the stone steps and opened the next door. He was looking into an old kitchen that looked like it was built centuries ago. Stone walls and stone floors. Nothing was there except for a grey, rotary dial phone on the floor.
"What the hell is this game?" He asked.
The phone started ringing and he almost fell down the stairs in surprise. He hurried over to the phone and answered it enraged.
"Where the fuck am I, you bitch?" He yelled.
"Hi, Dean," Leatrice said.
"I asked you a question!" He growled.
"One I will not answer," she said. "Are you done yelling so we can talk?"
He huffed a few times and then gave up.
"I'm done," he said.
"Good boy," she said. "You are three days walk away from town in an old house that I own. It's located in a private forest that is also mine. Follow the path out and turn right. From there you're on your own. I will be watching your every step. If you stop anyone and ask for help, it's game over. I will come for you and end you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, you piece of..." He started.
"Silence!" She demanded. "Spare your nasty words. They won't do you any good."
"I hate you," he said.
"I'm not particular a fan of you either," she chuckled. "Lift up the phone."
He lifted the phone and saw some money lying there.
"What the fuck am I to do with that little cash? That can't buy me anything," he said.
"It can if you use them wisely. Three days, Dean. Be careful what you buy to eat. That is all you got until you make it home."
She hung up. He slammed the phone down despite her not being on the other end anymore. He was sure she was watching from a hidden camera though.
"If I ever come across you again, I'm gonna end you!" He threatened.
He looked around to see if her voice would come through the wall. Nothing happened. He grabbed the money and walked through the house. He opened the front door and stepped outside in the sunshine. The house really was hidden deep inside a forest somewhere.
"What the hell did we run into?" He asked himself. "I refuse to believe she's human. She's a fucking sci-fi alien messing with our brains."
He kicked a rock in anger and then aimed his eyes on the dirt trail leading away from the house.
"Nothing's gonna happen if you stay here and yell. You're just gonna scare the birds and it's not their fault you're here. Start walking, Dean. You know you did this to yourself," he sighed. "You know you fucking deserve this. At least you're alive."
He felt tears run down his cheeks at his final words.
"Fuck!" He yelled. "What the hell did you do to Roman and Seth, you bitch?"