Luis stood there looking around the room staring at the green walls and the scattered boxes that were piled. He cleared his voice as he saw Emily look at him, he felt his eyes widen and soften after a quick moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Emily asked.

Luis hesitated to answer and looked away trying to avoid looking at her, "Nothing…" he stated slowly.

"Liar, look I know you may be a little freaked out. But how many fucking times do I have to tell you…wait. God" She sighed and looked back to the television screen.

"No it's not that," he paused now looking straight at her. "It's like I said, it's because I'm stuck here with you. I can't leave, I can't get out. I'm STUCK WITH YOU!"

"Awe, I'm sorry. Tough, you'll be here for a while…because the game is still going." She gave a noticeable fake smile. "Lets check in with the next player!" She let out a forced laugh.

Slowly she brought her attention back to the television screen.

She slowly opened her eyes as she felt her head spin violently. She reached to hold her head still and closed her eyes. The spinning stopped and she opened her eyes. But what she saw is not what she wanted to ever see in her life. She looked around in fear she was in an empty room, but in front of her was a table covered with a long white cloth. She looked around and to move but choked. She reached for her neck and felt a cold metal wrapped around it. Fear had filled her eyes, she tried to pull it off; screaming out for help a television to her left fuzzed into focus.

Her eyes again widen as she saw the white faced, black and red eyed, curly black hair doll stare at her. She whimpered because she knew who he was.

"Hello Brittany,"The doll stated.

"No…" Brittany whimpered softly.

"You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Life is a fragile thing and sometimes certain people can come into your life and corrupt it. Like the saying is 'it can make you or break you.' So lets insert that here." A short pause, "the device you are wearing is called the 'Neck Crusher' the device will slowly start closing eventually crushing your neck, killing you." Another short pause, "Now in front of you is a table covered. There is your key, you must get the key within the hour, but please take note that the device will activate in 10 minutes, so hurry. One more note, what's under that table is not to be taken lightly. Sacrifice a little flesh and blood? Or your life? Live or die, make your choice." The screen fuzzed out and went blank.

Brittany looked around the room with her hands clenching the device. Her eyes were wide and she felt clammy. She took her stare directly in font of her, she reached for the cloth with struggle. Getting a hold of the cloth she pulled with all her might. Brittany screamed, because of what was in front of her.

There were four beakers with maggots crawling into, out, and inside of them. Brittany's eyes closed.

"This isn't real, this shit isn't real Brittany. This is all just a fucking nightmare." She said aloud to herself. She opened them again slowly, but she was still there. She closed her eyes again, but this time she heard something. Something ticking, an annoying ticking that wouldn't go away. She opened her eyes and looked at the television, she then saw a clock counting down, 5:50:04.

She quickly jolted as she felt the device click. Grasping the device again as she tried with all her might to pull on it, but it was no use; the device activated. Closing slowly on her neck, she starting taking quick breaths. The device stopped after ten seconds, as she let out a sigh and looked back to the table. She took her left hand and reached for the beaker on the far right. She quickly shoved her hand in and started screaming. Removing her hand, her breathing became rapid, her hand dripped with blood. She realized that those aren't harmless maggots; those are flesh-eating maggots. She gasped and looked her hand.

"Fuck," she said quietly. Her hand throbbed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed while looking back at the table. She let out an exaggerated sigh, "I can do this…all I need is to find the key, then I'm out of here. For good…" she sighed.

She reached in the beaker again as she felt millions of tiny bites on her hand. The maggots ate at her flesh as she sat there screaming while tears fell down her face, she flung her hand around the beaker feeling for a key.

"Nothing…" she said while sniffling. She pulled her hand out, it was covered in blood. The first beaker was now red inside. "Oh fuck…"

Emily sat there closely looking at the screen with her hands crossed. Watching Brittany shove her hand into the beaker made her feel queasy when she pulled it out. Flesh hung loosely from her hand while it was also covered in blood.

"Oh god," she said out loud. "Come on Brittany" she said to herself. She looked down to the floor and let out a heavy sigh. "C'mon Emily, you have to stay strong too. If you can't handle this, how will you handle the next three?" she said to herself out loud.

"Why does there have to be three more?" Luis said interrupting Emily's thoughts. "Why does this game even have to be happening, huh?" He said slowly raising his voice. "You know, you're one lucky bitch. Because I could just kill you myself right now."

"You can't," Emily shot back.

Luis gave her a suspicious look, "and why is that?"

"Because," she sighed and raised her head, while leaning back in the chair. "I'm the only one who knows how to get out of here. Without me you'd be lost, you'd never get out." She looked back down at the floor.

"What the fuck? That'll be easy, why are you making it sound like rocket fucking science?" Luis said as he walked towards her.

"To you and the others, you guys are in the middle of no where. You don't even know where the fuck you are. So how the hell are you even going to get out if you don't know where you are?" She said looking up at him again.

Luis was now standing right next to her, he leaned down and got in her face. "Okay fine bitch, but I swear if you screw me over I'm going to fucking kill you."

Emily looked him straight in the eye. "Is that a promise?" She said smiling.

Brittany screamed as loud as she could. "SOMEONE HELP ME!" Again she pulled at the device with all her might; her left hand still throbbing like hell. She looked at the next beaker and slowly reached for it, but hesitated.

She looked at the clock, 05:41:05. She went to put her hand in the next beaker but heard a click. The device activated again, Brittany screamed. She lost her breath as it slowly crushed her neck harder, making it hard for her to keep consciousness. She tugged at the machine, and screamed with all her might. The machine clicked again and stopped. She let out a long sigh and sobbed.

She balled her hands into a fist and slammed them into the machine. "Why, why, why!" She sobbed. Taking her hand and putting into the next beaker, she started to sob even harder. Feeling the maggots eat at her throbbing hand again, millions of bites. Pain shot up her arm as tears fell rapidly from her eyes. She flung her hand in the beaker searching for a key, nothing. She removed her hand quickly and yelped because a few maggots were hanging from her bloody hand. Shaking them off she screamed again from the tear of her skin.

"Who would do this…" She sobbed aloud. "Why, would anyone do this…WHY!" She sobbed uncontrollably.

Emily cradled her face with her hands while she would wipe a tear away from her eye before Luis could see, once he did and made a statement; but, she only scowled at him. Making him hate her even more. She stared at the screen, with a doubt of going through with it.

"I can't do this…" Emily stated. She got up from the chair and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Questioned Luis.

"I can't do this…" Emily said while she was turned away from him; her head leaning on the door. "I just, can't."

"Oh, so now you're going to chicken out?" He let out a small laugh, "How pathetic…"

"You don't understand," a pause as Luis went quiet. "You'll never understand…" She let out a sigh and slowly grabbed for the handle.

"Wait, you're serious?" He stated, "You're really going to give up? But…what does that mean for the other three?"

Emily turned to him, "It doesn't mean anything…" she grasped the handle, suddenly her phone went off. She answered it, "Hello?"

"Emily you cannot end this game. You do, they all die. Then you'll die along with them. Don't for once think you're going to have power over my game. In case you forgot, this may be your game to play…but you don't have the power to end it. Now continue the game or else."

The phone went dead leaving Emily with a blankness expression. She put the phone back in her pocket and walked back to her chair, sat down and stared at the television.

"Emily?" He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Why do you care?" She said, "I put to you into this, yet you'll pretend to care about me." She brushed his hand off, "Please don't, that's the last thing I need right now." She let out a sigh.

Luis glared at her and backed himself to where he was. He crossed his arms and sighed, "I have one question, if you wouldn't mind."

Shaking her head Emily said, "Okay, shoot."

Clearing his voice he released his arms and stood straight, "Who's on the last screen?"

Emily smiled, "I was wondering If you'd ask," she chuckled. "You know who it is, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Then why ask?" She questioned. "I mean you know who it is." She kept her focus on the television screen.

"Well, why him? I mean what did he do." He leaned back against the wall.

"Like I said," She finally looked at him. "You'll find out." She looked over to the door.

"Wait, is he the reason I'm here?" he said, and coughed.

"You'll find out." she said softly.

"But that's not what I-"

"You'll find out." Emily said, interrupting him. "That's all you need to know, okay?"

Brittany continued to sob; her hand hurt like hell and it was becoming harder to breathe. Concentrating on the next beaker she let out a whimper, dreading the pain ahead. Her hand was almost skinless, covered in blood. She didn't know how much more she'd be able to take, but she also didn't want to have to use her other hand.

She looked at the clock, 05:31:07. Her eyes went wide, she now knew that every ten minutes the machine would activate and crush her neck even more. The clock hit 05:30:59, and Brittany clenched the device.

She heard a click, "No, no, no, no, no, no!" She screamed.

Sucking in one last breath before it started to crush her neck harder. She struggled and sobbed without letting go of her breath. She tried as hard as she could, but this time it lasted longer. It kept going, making her gag and vomit onto the floor. It still kept going as Brittany struggled to breathe. Her hands shook violently, she tried to scream; but nothing came out.

After about a minute the device clicked and relieved pressure. Brittany coughed hard, struggling to catch her breath. When she finally caught it she looked up with tears stained into her skin.

"Oh shit, times going by…so the device must crush my neck harder and longer as the time gets closer." She closed her eyes, "Fuck, fuck." She looked at the clock, "Ten minutes till it happens again."

She looked at the beaker again, bracing the pain about to come. She put her hand in and screamed.

Emily's left eye twitched and she felt like she was about to gag. She looked away for a moment, pretending to look at Luis. Luis met her stare and had a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Nothing," Luis answered, he looked away. He looked back at her once but forced himself to look away. He stared at random points in the room, trying to avoid her glare.

She squinted her eyes at him, "What-the-fuck-ever." She said back, and turned back to the screen.

She slowly went off to a flashback.

She was standing in the same room, not so long ago she was here with the guy in the hooded black coat.

"But, why does she have to be a part of it?" Emily asked.

"You see each of your victims have a true meaning of being here." He paused, "And you'll understand it all when the time comes. Remember you accepted it, you didn't have to. You could have denied and died."

Emily rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I really wanted that." She paused, "But what if I'm having second thoughts?"

Suddenly the man shoved her back into the wall chocking her. "Now listen, you accepted so you have no choice, got it? Like I said you didn't have to do this, but you chose to. Now it's time to face the music." He paused, "Each of your victims are final, they have to play whether you like it or not. Also, don't you ever-" He choked her harder, "-think you can end this game when you want, because you can't…got it?"

Emily nodded, and he let go. He slowly walked to the door looking back to her.

"The game begins soon, so you better get things set up…" He left it at that and left, closing the door behind him.

Emily held her neck as she let out an "ow" from the pain in her neck. She looked to her left and there were 5 television screens, blank for now. She sighed and walked to the door, peaked out seeing if the coast was clear. When she acknowledge it was she stepped out and walked a short distance to a room. A girl sat in a chair and next to her was a device. Emily walked up to her and carefully put the device onto her neck. She looked at the girl and sighed. After she finished that, she took a white cloth and covered at table in front of the girl.

After fifteen minutes of setting everything up, she slowly walked away from the girl. As she approached the door she looked back to the unconscious girl and sighed once again.

"Victim two…" she paused. "Is ready."

Emily slowly zoned back in as she saw Luis right in front of her. She was taken aback and by reaction she jumped knocking him back.

"What the fuck?" Luis yelled.

"Well why the hell were you in my face?" Emily questioned with a pissed off look.

"You were sitting there mumbling something and I asked you if you were okay…and you didn't answer." He got up from the floor and brushed off the back of his jeans, "so I walked up to you and asked if you were okay and still you said nothing and so-"

"Why do you care?" She looked away.

"I don't know…I mean at first I want to hate you, but I can't. But yet I do." He sighed and cleared his voice.

"Right," she looked up to him. "Right, whatever." She looked back at the television screen to see Brittany sticking her hand in another beaker with tears running down her face. Emily covered her mouth. Brittany pulled her hand out to show only more blood and maggots hanging from her hand. Emily shivered and let out a whimper.

"You're fucked up you know that?" Luis said while walking back to his corner.

"Yeah, okay whatever…" Emily shot back, "I'm fucked up…'woooooo Emily's fucked upppp someone call the fucking cops!' Oh wait that's right YOU CAN'T. So shut the fuck up!" She threw a disgusted look at him and looked at the screen again.

"Man…when I get out of here…" Luis said quietly.

Emily got up and rushed to him, "WHAT? When you get out what? Huh, what the fuck are you going to do?" She had a psychotic look on her face.

"Whoa, calm the fuck down. Damn this whole thing is fucking with your mind." Luis slowly started to sit.

"Yeah, you're right…and you might wanna watch yourself, or else I could SNAP!" Emily stormed back to the chair and sat down and watch the screen. She looked up at the clock, 05:22:02. But Brittany seemed to be going crazy herself. She started laughing; and Emily sat there scared out of her mind. "What the hell?" Emily said.

Brittany sat there laughing, and it got louder. Opening her hand she had a little silver key in her hand, she looked at the clock; 05:21:01. The laughter died and her eyes widen as the device clicked closing in on her. Her eyes went bloodshot. It was crushing her neck again, this time ten time harder. She balled her hands into a fist again slammed them into the device hoping it would do something, But it kept going, as she gasped for air. She felt the muscles throb and retract making it hard to even move. Her face started to turn blue, she couldn't breathe.

A minute went by and the machine let off, clicking again. Brittany coughed for a few seconds.

"Shit, I can't take much more of this." She felt dumb for saying that, "What fuck, I got the key." She looked at her hand for the key, but she dropped it in struggle to try and break the device. "Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" She couldn't look down so she felt around for anything. She moved her hands rapidly, but couldn't find any thing. "NO!" She screamed.

She tugged the device again, "no, no, no!" Sobbing she felt her hands release and give up. She sobbed uncontrollably again. "No," she hit her legs continuously. "No, no, no…"

Suddenly the door across the room opened, and Brittany gasped at who she saw. "E-Emily?' She said.

"Brittany…I have to get you out of here." She walked towards her, when she approached she kneeled down looking for the key.

"B-but why are you here?" Brittany gasped.

Emily looked up, "Because…" Emily was going to tell the truth, but made up a lie. "Because I heard screaming and came in here…and found you…so yeah."

"Oh…" Brittany said softly. "Did you find the key?"

After searching for the key she handed it to Brittany, "Here, but I can't stay. You'll make it Brittany, okay? Bye." She ran out closing the door behind her.

"NO!" Brittany sobbed, and looked at the key. She felt around the device and gasped, "Wait, where's the keyhole to unlock this." She kept feeling around, "What the fuck!"

Luis sat watching the girl, he leaned in closely. "Is she looking for the keyhole?" He asked himself. He glared around the room, and looked at the door. He got up and walked towards it. When he reached it he slowly grasped for the handle. But as he went to open it he heard something behind him. He went to turn and one of the television screens had lit up.

He walked towards it, and sure enough it was the last screen. There was a light flickering, he now really knew who it was. His eyes widen, not because of who it was. But because of what he was in.

"Oh, shit."

Emily ran back to the room without getting caught. She knew she was being watched, but hopefully he didn't see her doing what she just did. When she got back to the room, she saw Luis; once again, looking at the television screen.

"Wha-" Emily started to say, but Luis interrupted.

He pointed to the last screen, "That's FUCKED UP." He yelled.

"What? He has a simple task…" She walked up to the screen and gasped in fear. "That's not the trap he had…"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh shit…" Emily said. "He kn

ows…that I helped. So he changed his trap…shit!" She looked around the room in confusion. "This wasn't suppose to happen!"

"WHAT!" Luis shouted.

Emily sobbed, "That wasn't his original trap…he k-knows that I helped Brittany." She sighed and let her head hang in despair.

"What?" Luis said in confusion.

"He made it ten times worse…I know what that is. And he'll be luck if he survives." Emily said softly.

"A-ar-are you serious?" Luis said while looking back and forth from the screen to Emily.

"Yes." She sighed, "Because he knows that he's the one that'll affect me the most." She sniffled.

Luis looked closely at the screen again, "Shit…that is so fucked up." He paused. "God, help him."

Brittany was grasping everywhere, trying to find the keyhole. But she couldn't find it. She screamed again and again. She couldn't believe she went through it all to die, because she couldn't find the keyhole.

She let out a cry, and the looked at the clock; 05:11:12.

"Oh fuck" She knew it was about to come, her hands shook furiously as she tried as hard as she could to find the keyhole, nothing.

The device click, now going quicker and crushing harder. Brittany gagged in a second, eyes went bloodshot again, she couldn't see so she shut her eyes. She tried to cry, she felt her neck throb with pain as it was sent down to her body. She could no longer breath, she was gasping for air. But she gagged again and threw up blood.

Her mouth had blood dripping from both sides, she tried to scream again. But started shaking violent. She couldn't control it, didn't even know it was happening. After one minute of the hell, the device click and released the pressure. She sat there for a minute without moving. Then she woke up with a jolt and looked at the clock while coughing, 05:07:05.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, looking for the keyhole, she felt hopeless. She felt vulnerable and she didn't like it at all. She slammed her hands onto the device and sobbed. "What the fuck!" She looked at the clock and saw time was going by ten times faster then she realized, 05:03:21. She wiped her tears and continued to look for the keyhole. Everywhere she felt she found nothing. She let out a frustrated scream.

The clock kept counting down, the device clicked; and Brittany froze. It was preparing to close on her for good. But Brittany didn't give up, she kept looking. When she finally felt in the back a lock with a keyhole. She got the key and it almost fell out of her hands, she took a look at the clock, 05:01:56. She gasped and tried to get the key into the keyhole, but couldn't get it in. The device clicked again, 05:01:35.

Brittany finally got into the keyhole and sighed but she was having a hard time turning the key. She looked at the clock, 05:01:10. She gasped and tried to turn the key, it wouldn't move. She used all the force she could and the key turned. The device clicked open, Brittany shoved the device off and let it land on the floor and gasped for air. The clock beeped, 05:00:59. Brittany sighed as she heard the door unlock. She struggled to get up, but when she did she ran to the door and opened it. She felt a breeze of air rush across her face. She let out a satisfying sigh.

"Wait, where do I go?" she said out loud. She looked to her right, and saw a dead end. Looked the other way and saw a one way hallway, "That must lead somewhere." She started to walk.

Emily let out a heavy sigh, "Thank god."

Luis sighed with her, "Yeah, but what about him?" He pointed to the last screen. "We'll find out right? Two down, 3 to go."

Suddenly a door opened and Brittany stood there with a bloody hand and blood spats around her neck. She saw Emily and ran up to her embracing her hug.

"Emily…oh my god, I made it." she let out a sigh.

"Yeah," she sniffled. "Congratulations…"

She let go of Emily and looked at the guy, "Who's he?" Then she looked over to her right and saw 5 television screens, "Emily what's this?" she questioned.

"Um, well…" Emily started to say.

"She doesn't know?" Luis asked.

"No…" Emily said softly.

Brittany looked at her with a scared expression. "Emily…no. I can't be!" She let out short breath.

"I'm sorry," Emily sniffled. "But, I had no choice."

"But, wait then…I see five, and one screen is blank…and I see the room I was in…" she paused and looked at the other three. "There's three more?"

"Yes…" Emily said quietly.

"So…what the fuck is going on?"

"We're playing a game Brittany." Emily stated.

"A game that just go worse…" Luis added. "Because she tried to help you." He gestured to the fifth screen.

Brittany looked down and her eyes went wide, "Oh fuck…"