"Everything in life has a beginning, a middle, and an end" Hitch recited leading the men down a long dark corridor. "Down the rabbit hole."

The corridor ended abruptly and two doors stood before them.

"Here, we will divide your group and send you on your last hurrah with us. If for any reason you may wish to leave early, you may leave your designated room and follow the stage exit door. Please rest assured, we have taken great care in providing you with your last great escape" Jean grinned.

Jean bowed as Hitch curtsied. "It was an honor to serve you."

Hitch nodded to Oluo, Mike, and Eld. "Gentlemen, would you do me the honor of following me this way?"

"Fuck yea!" Eld cried running after Hitch.

Mike shrugged at the remaining men and followed after Eld.

Oluo attempted to salute the men but tripped over his feet and hit the door with his chin, biting on his tongue.

Jean winced visibly, and took a step toward the man. "Sir – "

Oluo stood and held up a hand to silence Jean. Gathering what little dignity remained, he walked through the door.

Jean blinked and smiled at the men behind him. "Gentlemen, welcome to the rabbit hole. Would you please step through this door?"

Closing the door behind them, Jean lead them down a series of doors. Stopping in front of one, he motioned Gunther inside. "Gentlemen, please wait here while I escort him in."

Levi and Erwin were left outside and appraised one another.

Erwin titled his head at Levi and smirked. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

"Tch. I was kidnapped here. You're the fucking moron who wanted this."

"I'm getting shackled, Levi. This is merely customary. And I'm surprised you participated this long and didn't leave within the first hour."

Levi shrugged moving his hand through his hair. Why had he stayed so long?

The door opened and Jean walked through closing it tightly behind him. The process was repeated again and Levi remained outside of Erwin's room feeling exposed out in the hallway on his own.

This was fucking stupid. I can just leave, he mused silently kicking the wall next to him.

Only, he didn't want to. He didn't want to go home to his empty apartment and live his pathetic life to repeat the same process day in and day out. He was tired of his mundane life, tired of being predictable and alone. His mind replayed the events of tonight. He's worked with these men for over 10 years, why did it take this long for him to have a decent conversation with them? How did they even get to know him, when he knew nothing of them in return? Had he really never noticed them?

The door opened and Jean stood with Levi. Smiling reassuringly, he followed the hallway until he stopped at the last room. Levi's room. Opening the door, he led Levi inside.

"We hoped you enjoyed your time with us. Please remember, if you wish to terminate this part, you may do so at any time. Just exit the doors and continue down the hallway. You'll see a door marked 'Stage exit' and you'll be free."

Levi gaged the room; it held a full-fledged bar, a stripper pole on a pedestal in front of a couch, and a bed. Two doors were on the opposite side and Jean pointed to both.

"One is the bathroom, the other is not for you." Turning to look at Levi, Jean clasped his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet. "Any questions?"

Levi looked at him as if he were an idiot. "What the fuck, 'any questions?' What is this? Some type of whore house?"

Jean cocked a brow and wore an amused smile. "Sir, the first person you met had a whip. Did you expect this to be anything less than what you've already experienced?"

Levi did not like this asshole. How dare he point out the obvious. "How long do I have in here?"

"As long as you'd like. Leave the next day, leave in five minutes. It's all up to you. The bathroom is fully stocked, along with a change of clothing, and a change of bed linens." Moving to the bar, Jean motioned to the contents. "Fully stocked."

"What happens now?"

"I will take my leave. Once you're ready, walk to the door that is not yours and knock. The rest is up to you."

With Jean gone, Levi could feel his heart beating in his ears. He walked over to the door and raised his fist.

His fist hoovered over the door, mere centimeters away from the surface. All he had to do was move slightly forward and just seal his fate…

He couldn't knock.

Letting out a breath Levi bounced on his feet and shook out his hands as his palms began to dampen. He could do this. It was painfully obvious someone would come out of that door. Whatever happens after was up to him. He was a 38-year-old man! He could do this. Enjoy himself. Let fucking lose.

Get giggy with it, as the kids say.

Levi abruptly stopped bouncing on his feet and closed his eyes, mentally scolding himself.

'Giggy'? what in the fucking hell…

Walking over to the bar he uncapped a bottle of whiskey and drank heavily from it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he readjusted his pants as his erection started to grow.

Pulling himself together he walked over to the door and knocked.