Broken Neck Home, Vaas called it, was the name of the outpost where Liv was detained. After she tossed up her guts on the beach, she was taken back to the cage. It became a safe space for her; one away from the horrors of the island. At least in a cage, she was safe. Though not everyone shared her belief.

She witnessed an American with black hair attempt to escape, somehow breaking free from his binds. He made it to the gate before some men brought him back screaming. And to her surprise, Vaas didn't kill him, though he did put a bullet into the man's knee. Liv watched in horror as he was dragged away; she didn't see what became of him but something told her that he was still alive, for now.

But why?

There was more to this than she knew. Vaas wasn't just kidnapping tourists to torture and kill them. So, what was he doing? She didn't know the answer, but her curiosity had been piqued. Her thoughts ran like a stream, constant and winding.

After dark, the outpost went silent. Liv however was still wide awake. She lay in the fetal position with her arm beneath her head and stared into the darkness. Her stomach clenched in hunger but she tried to ignore it as she thought of what to do in her current situation now that she was 50% sure Vaas wouldn't kill her.

She needed to escape, obviously. But how? There were armed men everywhere; at night there were fewer, but they were there. She could hear the faint slap of boots on the ground as they passed by her cage and every once in a while, she could hear them talk to one another; though she could not understand them. And even if she managed to break from her cage and evade them, she still needed to find Barry. She had no idea where he was; she hadn't seen him or the woman in the yellow swimsuit since she was moved.

Then there was the matter of freeing Chris. Too many factors were stacked against her. It infuriated Liv. If she was stronger, perhaps she'd be able to escape and save her coworkers, but she wasn't. She was terrified. Angry tears poured down her face. She hated her life; nothing ever turned out in her favor.

Reaching down to her belt loop, she widened her eyes once she didn't feel the keyring. It was gone. Of course, it was. She was an idiot to assume Vaas would allow her to keep it. In a burst of anger, she kicked the wall of her cell with the toe of her shoe; it was childish, but the keyring was hers, not hi––

"Can't sleep?" Asked a voice.

Liv scrambled onto her knees and searched the darkness until she found the source; someone was resting against the front of her cage. She recognized the mohawk and her eyes widened. What was he doing with his back to her? And why was he shirtless?

"Vaas?"

Raising his hand, Liv saw that he was clutching his gun. He tapped the barrel to his head.

"I can't fucking sleep. No happy dreams for me, just these thoughts."

She could relate. But what was he going on about? Liv didn't want to ask, but she was scared for her life; he came to her for some reason.

"What sort of… Thoughts?"

"Do you floss, querida (darling)?" Vaas asked, ignoring her question.

Liv raised a brow. What sort of question was that? Surely, he wasn't losing sleep because he was worried about her dental hygiene.

"N-not all the time," she answered.

Vaas tsked at her.

"That's no es bueno (no good). All your fucking teeth are going to rot out. Me, I floss every day."

What did it matter now? She was a prisoner; she wasn't allowed a toothbrush or floss.

"Do you think Chris flosses?" Vaas suddenly asked.

"I have no idea," Liv admitted.

These questions were baffling her.

"Though I suppose you could ask him," she added.

Vaas snorted.

"That's a good fucking idea. See… I knew I could count on you to make the magic happen."

He stood up and turned to her.

"I think I can sleep better now. Gracias (thank you)."

Liv stared at him in disbelief as he put away his gun and walked away. What in the fuck was that? She raised her middle finger at him and leaned back against the cage with a sigh. There was no way she was going to be able to fall asleep now.

With a tired yawn, Liv pressed the record button on the camera and gave Vaas the go-ahead. Her focus was on Chris. He writhed and blew sand from his face and mouth, then from off-screen, Vaas leaned his head in.

"Hello," he uttered with an impish grin. His green eyes glimmered with an unknown truth that made Liv nervous. "And welcome to my show. Today we do our first torture. I have a little surprise for you. Come with me."

Vaas stood up and sauntered towards Chris, taking something from his pocket that Liv couldn't see. Whatever it was made the actor burst into questions.

"What is that? No, no, no… W-what are you doing with that?"

"Open wide, Chris," Vaas ordered as he leaned down, blocking his head from the camera's view.

Liv heard a small squeak, then she heard Chris groan in pain. A moment later he began to scream as a series of squelching cracks filled the air. And when Vaas yanked his arm back, Liv noticed pliers in his hand. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Did he yank out one of Chris' teeth?

The memory of last night floated into her head and Liv was mortified. Did he do this because of her? Because she told him to ask Chris whether or not he flossed his teeth every day.

No, no, no… This was his idea. He roped me into it, she argued with herself. It was not her fault. Liv had no idea the nonscience Vaas had been spouting last night actually meant something. She felt somewhat responsible. Reaching for her keychain, she almost sobbed as she remembered that she didn't have it.

Vaas turned with a laugh, startling her. He leaned out of the way and exposed Chris' bloody maul as he showed him the tooth.

"Look at this… Look at this."

He was almost in tears. Standing up, he walked over to the camera and leaned into the frame, narrowing his eyes as he examined it.

"Chris. Chris, you haven't been flossing, no."

Vaas shook his head in disbelief and turned to him.

"That's really bad. You know that, huh?"

Chris was too hurt to answer. Turning to look at the camera, Vaas pointed, as if he was reacting with the audience.

"You should always floss." He paused to point at the tooth. "This is fucking embarrassing."

Motioning for Liv to shut down the camera, she was relieved. Yes, Chris was in pain, but at least having a tooth pulled was not the worse that could happen to him. She took the camera from the tripod and stood in front of Vaas. It never occurred to her before but he was three inches taller; it was nerve-wracking.

"Never forget to floss, querida (darling)," he commented.

"I don't––"

Liv paused before she opted to mention that she was a prisoner, however, the expression on Vaas' face insisted that she continue.

"I don't have a toothbrush or floss."

She jerked in fright as Vaas snapped his fingers in realization. Tossing the pliers into the sand, he reached into his pocket and took out a wad of bills; the money was entirely different from American currency, though worked in the same aspect. Liv raised a brow in question.

"I haven't paid you yet," Vaas stated.

So, he was serious about hiring her. But what good would money do her?

"You don't live rent-free, querida (darling). Not in my kingdom," he added, upon seeing her curious expression.

Shouting for Carlos, the man in question walked down to the beach and stood beside Vaas.

"From now on, when you want something from mi reino (my kingdom), you pay," Vaas explained. He put a Bangsa dollar in her hand. "You want a toothbrush and floss; one dollar. You want a mango…"

He put three dollars in her hand to emphasize his point. So, food was three dollars and a toothbrush was one dollar? Liv believed that she could remember that. She shook her head in understanding. Vaas gave her twenty to start with.

"How much for my keyring?" Liv asked.

Vaas raised a brow.

"¿Perdón (pardon me)?"

"I had a 'The Thing' keyring on my belt loop before I was taken," she explained. "How much do I have to pay to get it back?"

Vaas snorted and looked at Carlos.

"Do you fucking believe this? She'd rather have an old dusty keychain."

He had no idea how important it was to Liv. Turing his eyes to her, he took fifteen back. So, ten was the amount he was paying her for a day of recording. She had five dollars left; three for a mango to tie her over for the night and one for a toothbrush – the latter was so Vaas didn't yank out her teeth.

"Take her back and get her that fucking keychain," Vaas ordered. He took the camera from her hand. "Then have Scarface bring our little amigo (friend) Barry here."

Barry was alive? Liv was relieved. She wanted to ask how he was doing, but Carlos grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to the Scavenger. She was forced to sit in the backseat with an unnamed man as Carlos drove her back to the outpost.

"I need to use the toilet," Liv uttered as she walked through the front gate.

Carlos groaned in annoyance and led her to an outhouse Vaas' men used. She hated outhouses; the fear of a hand reaching out to grab her spawned from watching the Martin Weisz film The Hills Have Eyes 2, but it was better than using a bucket; some prisoners weren't as fortunate – Vaas seemed to favor the women a bit when it came to privacy.

He waited by the wooden door as Liv went inside. The smell made her want to vomit, but quickly she removed her pants and underclothes, then hovered over the hole and did her business. Once she was done, she redressed. But a whisper made her blood run cold.

"H-help… Please help."

There was no fucking way. Hesitantly, she peeked into the hole and to her horror, the black-haired American who tried to escape the previous day was inside the holding tank covered in human excreta and biocide. Liv let out a scream and slammed open the door, crashing to her knees.

Carlos was in stitches. He knew.

Was this what they did to people who failed to escape? Make an example of them.

Liv was in hell.