"Zzzztt...Zzzzttt Zzzzzttt" The crackling sound of possible death is what woke Mike Vasquez up. "Ohhhh, what the fuck and who the fuck did I do last night?" These first words from Mike broke the humm of electricity that was echoing off the walls of the small, bloodstained room. Mike opened his eyes expecting to see the brown and sagging roof of his downtown shithole apartment. Instead he saw a single gray metal door and water all around him. "Wha-- what the hell? Where am I?" He started to get up but found that he could not. It was then he noticed he was strapped down to a soft wooden chair with thick leather straps. Following the straps Mike saw the worst thing yet. A single red and white axe was rigged up in front of him. It seemed to be attachted to a device that could release it with a set amount of force and presumably speed. "Ok Jerry, you asshole, joke's over!" Mike said out loud in a nervous voice. Slowly Mike realized Jerry was to stupid to set up something like this.

He looked around the room and noticed more things. The first was a wooden table with a notepad and pencil resting on top. Next to the pencil was a silver tape recorder that looked to have a small tape inside, just waiting to be played. It was labeled with a square piece of paper that had the words PLAY ME echted into it with a black marker.

The table, notebook, pencil and tape recorder were all in reach of Mike, who's arms were thankfully free. Secondly, a digital clock on the wall in front of him that was currently telling him it was 11:58 p.m. Finally, Mike noticed the wires. Long thick wires were protruding from all four walls of the room. They were all live and they were what was causing the crackling noise. Every wire in the room was resting in the layer of water spread out across the floor and was giving it a faint silver glow. "Ahhhh! Goddammit!" screamed Mike as he roughly struggled against his restraints. Seeing that he was getting nowhere, Mike reached forward and hit the PLAY button on the tape recorder in front of him. The tape started and after a few seconds of garbled static, an almost mechanical, very creepy voice came on.

"Hello Michael, I want to play a game. To the outside world you are a lowly food server at your local McDonald's. But little known to them you do much worse things than simply spit in someones fries or give the customer a drink size too small. You see, and most certainly know, your good looks get you plently of attention from the opposite sex. On weeknights you like to go out to clubs and pick up a few young lady's and take them back to your apartment. Sadly though,instead of having fantasic two somes or all nighters, you tie your victims to your bed with leather straps very similar to the ones currently holding you in. After tying them up you like to cut them with knives or poke them repeatedly with wires that are live and producing pain. Now you can see whats it's like to have both little tortures all in one convenient room. The puzzle is simple. You solve what is on the notebook in front of you and your free. Now I will give you some help here. In the room next to you another man is in the same situation as you, trying to solve the same puzzle as you. Now he does not know you are here but he does have two ways of opening his "cage". The door to leave this place is equipped with a sensor. After only one person passes through it, the door locks and whoever didn't make it out will be trapped here for eternity. You each have two hours to escape or else your traps will be activated. He has two ways out, but you have knowledge. Let the games begin."

"Who the fuck are you, you fucking piece of shit!" "I swear, when I find you I'm going to rip you to fucking pieces!" screamed Mike as loud as he could. Then the lights started to flicker on and off, on and off. He started to shake the chair as hard as he could. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE GOD PLEASE!" Mikes only response was the desolate flickering of a dirty lightbulb. The axe shined.