There was a device around Christine's neck. It had what looked like a pistol aiming at her head. Her lips were around the barrel. She was struggling to get out of the chair she was handcuffed to. Her feet were also in cuffs. Bright lights turned on. She looked forward and saw a man wearing a red robe and a pig mask behind the glass.
"Let me out!" she tried to say with her lips still on the tip of the pistol. "Let me go, motherfucker!"
Next to a timer, she spotted a TV that showed a puppet with a white face, black hair, red eyes, and red swirls on its cheeks.
"Oh my God!"
"Hello, Christine. You have been a victim of sexual molestation. While he does have a price to pay, he did have a reason to pull you over. That reason was to please your husband with your mouth while he was driving, a dangerous thing to do. Since then, you've been going through the motions since that incident and isolated yourself from others. Now you are on a path to recovery. In order to free yourself from this chair, you must break the door to your left with it before the room fills up with oil that will be lit on fire. If you do break free, do not attempt to take the device off of you. If you do, you will get a shot in the mouth...but not the kind you may be used to. You have sixty seconds. Let the game begin.
The cuffs on her ankles came off. The timer started counting down from sixty seconds. The wall to the right of her had five small metal pillars at the top. Each one had a lighter at the bottom that was pointing downward. They were being lowered so that the lighters could be lit when they touched the gears on the bottom of the wall. Christine saw the man with the pig mask hitting the glass with both hands.
"Get in here and get me out!" she cried. "Now!"
She thought she heard the man say something, but she couldn't hear him. She walked to the dorr with the chair still stuck to her. She slammed the chair against the door multiple times.
"Cameron!"
The timer was halfway done. The lighters were getting lower and lower. She kept on slamming the chair against the door until she felt it breaking. When the chair broke into pieces, she was able to free herself from the cuffs. The door was now open. When the timer was done, the lighters touched the gears and carried flames to the oil-filled floor. Christine ran out of the door and closed it before the whole floor was on fire. After some seconds passed by, she could here something else in the room. What she heard was the sound of a device on the ceiling that carried and activated fire extinguishers. The room was no longer on fire.
"How do I get out of here?" Christine wondered as she walked away from the door.