I was stuck in a black void. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. Heck, I could barely even breath. All I can feel is the pain of my throat. It felt like someone stepped on it and kept twisting their foot. It was an uncomfortable pressure.

"Yes, Sir."

"Why isn't she waking up yet?!"

"S-sir?" A Yelp was heard followed by a loud thud.

"Take him to cell D-3."

Oh god..... I know that voice. My heart rate increased as I tried to move. I need to move. I struggle to lift up my pinkie finger but with a lot of will power I did it. I need to move to get to Drew. My eyelids flutter open, squinting at the harsh lighting. Seriously? Did they put a sun in here? I close my eyes again. Why the hell does it have to be so bright in here?

I open my eyes again. After a few seconds, my eyes adjust to the stupid lights.

"Here, drink this. I bet your throat hurts."

My head snaps to the man that is standing beside me, holding a clear cup of water. Nix.

Oh god! I need to get out of here.

I try to get up and bolt out the metal door that blocks me from my freedom but my arms and legs are tied to the cold surface that I was laying on.

Nix sees me struggling and puts his repulsive hand on my shoulder.

"There's no point in trying to escape. You can't. Drink this, I know your throat hurts."

I look at the cup warily. He takes this as a sign to give me the drink. He lifts up my head and brings the drink to my lips. I greedily gulp it down but almost spit it out when I taste honey and something bitter that I can't place. He forces me to drink it until it's gone.

He sets the cup down on the floor that look like it was tiled in the 80's. It was the black and white checker board floor that you would see in an old time ice cream parlor.

I looked around the room and noticed the walls were a disgusting pale yellow and that there were windows that looked out into the hallway. If I tilted my head a little to the left, I could make out a person in the room across from mine. He was bloody and bruised. Green liquid poured out from many of the open wounds that were inflicted on his body. My eyes start getting blurry and my head starts to pound. Why the hell is the room spinning?

"This is why you shouldn't try to escape, sweetheart." Nix says with a smirk. My face contorts into disgust as he says "sweetheart." I remember the closet. What kind of sick fuck is he?

Black spots line my vision. I try to blink them away but they won't leave.

"What ta fuh?" I sputter out. I can't think. I can barely speak. I can't feel my jaw or even move it that well. I jerk my arms and legs against the leather but it won't loosen up. The leather tears away at my skin until my ankles and wrists are a bloody mess. More black spots for my vision until all I can se is black. Before I completely go unconscious, I hear Nix.

"Goodnight." I can hear him smirking then he starts cackling as his feet carry him out of the room.

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I was in the middle of a forest and I was lost. Or at least I think I was. The grass poked against my feet as I stepped over a few sticks and a fallen limb. It looked to be a bit before dusk and I was surrounded by tall looming trees . Not a single animal or human was in sight. I need to get out of here.

I walk for what seemed to be 15 minutes but it seemed like I was going in circles. I swear I passed that mud covered rock five minutes ago. Right? I don't know....

I take another step but my body sunk into the ground. Quicksand!

"Help! Somebody help!"

I tried getting out of it by kicking my legs but I sunk even further. A minute passed by and I was waist deep. In the distance, I hear a small engine roar to life. Oh god, I'm saved!

"Help! Can someone please help! I'm stuck," I yell.

The sound gets louder, which means that they are getting closer!

"Help! Over here!!" I scream, waving my arms frantically.

I can hear footsteps approach as the thrum of the engine gets louder and louder. Seconds later, a man carrying a chainsaw appears from behind a tall, thick tree. He had a white serial killer mask on that was clearly stained with blood. His veins bulged and stood out against the skin over his muscles. Over his muscles, he wore a white tank top, blue jeans, and cowboy boots that had a spot of blood on it.

A scream escapes me as he stalks over. He revs the engine and I try my very best to high tail it out of the quick sand. I move slightly but immediately drop until everything but my shoulders and head are covered.

The serial killer lunges toward me, chainsaw high in the air, and then he brings it down. I scream, closing my eyes to brace for the impact but it never comes.

I wait a few seconds..... nothing. I open my eyes a little just to see what is going on but when I open them, I see that I am in a classroom.

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