Our position made me feel extremely vulnerable, so I tried to look anywhere except his face.

I was in the middle of plotting an escape plan when one of Jeff's hands crept down my arm sending my body into a whirlwind of emotions.

It slid into my lab coat's pocket.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, his cold fingers closed around my fist and yanked it out of the pocket.

The fist which just so 'happened' to be clutching pepper spray.

He knew...

''…What's this?'' he brought my hand up to his face, pretending to examine it ''what could you possibly want to use this for? Hmm?''

One by one he unwrapped my fingers from the tiny bottle, took it out of my palm and tossed it across the room.

''Now that that's out of the way…how about we get back to the questions?'' he said releasing my hand and began patting through the fabric of my lab-coat most likely looking for any other hidden weapons.

Alright...focus…

We only have 5 or 6 minutes left, I'll go along with it for now.

I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the questions in my mind.

Step 22 was…something about...sleeping patters.

''Um...how are you sleeping these days?'' I managed to choke out. The words sounded extremely unnatural and forced, but it was uncomfortable to speak when our faces were only inches apart.

Jeff stopped moving. He appeared to be taken aback by the question.

''How do people...fall asleep?''

This confused me.

''W-well, it's hard to explain. You just...go to sleep'' I mumbled.

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity before finally breaking the silence.

''That's what I told mommy and daddy...''

''D-do you miss them? Your family'' I pressed, but instantly regretting wagging my tongue.

Ugh! I couldn't have possibly asked a more insensitive question!

I expected to get my eyeballs gouged out or something, but instead…his pale eyes turned glassy.

''-Liu…''

A barely audible ghost of a whisper crossed my ears.

His face expression didn't change, but his fingers dug into my lab coat squeezing like only someone trying to tolerate unbearable pain would.

To my utter shock, a single tear escaped his eye splashing across my cheek...many more followed.

My heart leaped.

Nooo! No no no!

What's happening!?

He doesn't feel guilt! He shouldn't feel sad!

This can't be real…

Is this…another dream?

It has to be!

...I don't know what took over me, but at that moment all my senses blurred and the only thing I could feel was an overwhelming urge to…...to make everything ok.

Instinctively, my hands moved up to his face and began wiping the tears away.

Before I even knew it…I was pulling his head down…..

I wanted to…taste him.

. . .

My lips brushed against his.

It felt like nothing more than a mere tickle.

I needed more. . .

Without wasting another second, I leaned in…locking my hot lips with his icy ones.

The coldness started to melt away.

What am I doing? Is this considered sexual assault?

Well...if this is a dream…then why not?

I pulled his head closer deepening the kiss and even dared to nibble on his bottom lip.

The feeling was electric.

My body was nearly burning up by now.

I parted my lips from his and placed a trail of light kisses across his stitched cheek.

It felt so real.

Too real…

All of a sudden he jerked back and violently split his mouth open causing the stitches on both sides of his cheeks to tear open.

The metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils as a current of crimson blood flowed from his scarred cheeks.

He smashed his lips against mine causing fresh blood to fill my mouth and throat. Much to my horror, that's when the reality of the situation decided to come flooding back.

Regaining my rationality I recoiled, pushing his face away.

I coughed and sputtered trying to get the burning taste of blood out of my throat when-

BBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!

A bone chilling sound shook the entire building.

Was that an earthquake?

An explosion!?- - - CRASH!

BANG!

Loud noises of guns being fired filled the air.

The lights began flickering and then everything turned black with the exception of a faint green glow coming from the emergency evacuation signs.

I panicked, taking short shallow breaths and wiping blood away from my chin.

What's going on...?

Before my eyes could properly adjust to the darkness I was seized by the upper arms, hauled out of the chair and thrown to the corner of the room.

I hit my head against the wall and saw thousands of little stars spin.

Thankfully, I was only stunned for a brief moment.

I opened my eyes in time to see a fuzzy shape burst through the door.

There were now two figures standing in the faint green light of the room, facing each other.

One of them was Jeff and the other...Jane.

She no longer had her handcuffs on and was holding a bloodied knife.

''Well…well…well…here I was, hoping that you finally got your ass locked away for good, but as always you never cease to amaze me! Especially that 'making out with the little bitch before sending her and this entire place to hell' part!'' she spat with venom lacing her every word.

''Just get to the fucking point will you stalker bitch'' Jeff snapped with an equal amount of hatred.

''I never expected you to get caught you know! I had to ruin my image and come here for you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was!? To have to play harmless little Jane card with these useless pieces of trash - all for the sake of ending your pathetic life!?''

Jane broke into hysterical laughter and plunged her knife at Jeff.

He sidestepped, grabbing hold of her arm and pushing her forward, but she managed to stop herself in time and twist in a half-circle swinging her knife-wielding arm at his head.

Without a second to spare, Jeff crouched down dodging the attack and then smashed his fist straight into her face sending her flying into the table.

Jane crumpled to the ground dropping the knife with a loud clank.

Jeff walked over to it and picked it up.

''I'll be taking this bitch.''

Goose bumps crawled all over my skin and I pushed myself deeper into the corner.

This dream…was quickly turning into a nightmare.

The knife glistened within Jeff's hand reflecting a sickly green glow into my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around myself and watched as he slowly began to turn around.

Is he going to kill me…?

He took a step forward and I curled into a ball trying to isolate myself from this.

There were only 3 days left!

. . .

. . .I waited for something – anything – to happen, but all I got was silence.

I glanced up and to my astonishment he was nowhere to be seen.

Jane was still lying on the floor.

A good many minutes must've passed before I finally managed to recollect myself enough to move.

With trembling knees I got up and stumbled toward the door.

Everything was black.

How could this be? Did the entire asylum have a power outage?

Or…is this planned?

I shook the terrifying thought away.

First I have to find Mr Owen!

Hugging the wall I approached the next door room.

Please be there…

I pushed the door, but something was blocking it, so I pushed harder until a terrible suspicion entered my mind. Praying for it not to be true, I looked through the tiny gap.

Unfortunately I was right..

The body of one of the staff members was lying in front of the door…in a puddle of thick blood.

From what I could make out, there were several fatal stab wounds covering him. He was most likely dead...

''. . .''

I walked backwards until my back hit the wall.

Slowly, I moved a hand up to my face and flexed my fingers to check if this was real.

...What am I supposed to do now?

Where do I go?

''-YOU!'' an enraged voice roared startling me out of my thoughts.

My intuition screamed for me to move.

I jumped to the left just in time to avoid a chair that was aimed at me.

It shattered against the wall.

I pushed myself up to see Jane sprinting toward me.

Automatically my hand wrapped around a loose chair leg and I threw it at her.

She was forced to shield her face with her arms and that gave me just enough time to scramble to my feet and get the hell out of there.

I ran deeper into the dark corridor.

If this blackout is really all part of an escape plan, then soon enough there will be A class murderers littering these halls and this place will turn into a blood bath...

For now, my safest bet is to get outside and hide in the woods.

The police should arrive in three days, if I could jus-

Out of nowhere someone crossed my path and I collided with them crashing to the ground.

I immediately tried getting back up, but a heavy weight straddled me pushing me down by the shoulders.

The person muffled my face with some sort of a cloth and I gasped, inhaling an overwhelming scent of strong alcohol.

My body felt it was falling asleep. . .

Slowly, my consciousness faded away.