A nice blonde haired girl woke up to a musty smell that burned her nose. She had tight jeans on with a ripped colourful shirt and bangles and bracelets hung from her frail wrist. Her hair hung down and her shirt threatened to slip off as she discovered a heavy chain was holding her up by her ankles. The girl placed her hand on her head as the blood rushed to her head. She looked up again to see a black tape recorder attached to the chain by rope. The girl took it ad pressed PLAY.

"Hello Lyric," a cold dark voice said echoing in the room, " You don't know me but I know you. Your life has been an easy slide for you hasn't it? You see something you want, you demand to have it and if not you find another way. You have cheated your way through friendships with people and most importantly your family. You have violated trusts with people in your neighbourhood and especially yourself. And yet you still find a way to stay popular,"

Lyric's eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, "Who the hell are you?"

"That is not the question Lyric. The question is 'Will you live to see another day? As you can see you are attached to a heavy chain by your ankles your task is very simple actually. At the bottom is a large tank filled with flesh-eating bugs, your task is to use the scalpel that is sewn to your left hand and the key is in your finger. After you retrieve the key your finger will act as the bugs appetizer. The chain will slowly lower you closer and closer to the tank. The question your thinking is probably how? But its your life on the line, not mine, you have 30 minutes,"

The tape stopped and Lyric's mind went racing with fear and anger. She lifted her left hand to see a scalpel sewn to it with black thread, she also noticed her finger that was sewn as well. She looked at the time and noticed that she only had 28 more minutes until her body would be devoured by bugs. Lyric gently touched the key and a wave of pain went up her hand.

Shit she thought to herself.

She took in a deep breath and carefully pulled up and three thread lines plucked open. Tears flowed to her eyes as the pain increased.

I have to do this, I want to live.

Meanwhile in the control room Melissa Art sat in the chair and a man stood behind her.

"She is in good hands," the man said.

"She is," Melissa agreed.

The man turned to leave and then something hit Melissa.

"What about the key in my wrist?"

The man turned to see Melissa holding up her right hand and the image of a key was still visible beneath her skin.

"Be patient my apprentice," the man said smiling, "In time it will come out,"

Melissa frowned as the man closed the door behind him.

Blood flowed heavily off Lyric's hand as she held the bloody scalpel in her right hand. Blood fell into the large tank of bugs. Lyric dared to look down and see at least a couple thousand large bugs crawl frantically over one another to get at their meal. Lyric wept into the tank and then tried to concentrate but she broke down in tears once again and screamed for help. Finally she saw a girl around her age with black hair and a blood red coat on.

"Who are you?" Lyric asked trying to control herself.

The girl didn't say anything.

"Melissa?"

"You need to concentrate,"

"It is you! Melissa help me,"

"I can't break the rules he created,"

Lyric's face turned from pain to anger fast, "Screw the rules and help me!"

Melissa shook her head once more and said, "No, I can't break the rules. It's his game not mine,"

And with that Melissa walked away while Lyric screamed and cursed at her.

In a small dark room two people were crammed one was sitting in front of a screen and the other was nervously fiddling with his hands

"Calm down," the man in the chair said sharply.

The man behind him stopped for a couple of seconds then continued.

"Is it going to be bloody" the nervous man asked.

The man in the chair smiled as the screen showed Lyric struggling to rip the chain off her ankles. "Yes," the man said, "Yes it is,"

Lyric stopped and knew it was hopeless to escape, her body would be devoured within 15 minutes. She couldn't find the courage to cut her finger and feed it to the bugs and free herself. Lyric hung there upside down sobbing loudly and whimpering to herself. Then she gave a loud yelp of pain. She looked down to see a large beetle managed to jump up and bite her sewn finger taking a nice large chunk of her skin.

That's it!

Lyric drew in a breath and outstretched her hand to let a jumping spider join the beetle in their appetizer. Tears flowed to Lyric's eyes and dropped into the tank once again and blood decorated the bug. Finally Lyric saw a shape of a key and she shook off the bugs who flew right back into the tank. Lyric gently touched the key but pain once again shot up her hand and along her arm and she wept once more in pain and anger. She didn't know what she did to deserve this but the held a firm grasp of the small piece of key took in a breath and pulled up. Her blood-curling scream bounded off the walls of the small damp room. Lyric was in so much pain that she nearly dropped the key into the tank of bugs but she held onto it tight.

I'm not going to lose it

Lyric gritted her teeth as she tried to concentrate on the pad lock just above her but the pain was to much for her to bear and she let her body hang back. She dared to looked at the clock for it to only tell her that she has only 5 more minutes to live. Now bugs were attempting to leap on her and crawl al over her skin. She screamed as a spider took a good large chunk of flesh out of her right hand. Blood spotted the rim of the tank and within seconds the tank will be full of blood. Her blood.

Help me, oh god help me!

She attempted once more to free herself. She inserted the key into the lock and found it difficult to turn.

"Fuck!" she shouted loudly then closed her mouth to prevent any bugs from crawling down her throat. The lock gave and the chains loosened around her ankles and Lyric scrambled quickly up the thick chain throwing bugs off her as she climbed. She jumped off and landed by the opened door and ran through. She sank to her bug-bitten knees and started to laugh. Her voice travelled to whoever was listening and she hoped that whoever was listening would know that she will be coming for them.