"The goal is simple!" The Magician sang.

"If you can escape the box before the timer runs out, you live. If not, you'll be stabbed by ten.. Eleven... Twenty-seven swords!"

"Why?!" The man wept, but he knew the answer.

"You'll understand exactly how it feels to be trapped. Restrained. And tortured."

The magician turned to the camera.

"Me and my lovely assistant, Jared Johnson will now preform my own special version of the Indian Basket Trick."

"But first, why don't you tell everyone why you're here."

A sword was pressed against his man parts.

"I-" The sword was pressed harder.

"I killed them!" He cries out.

"Killed who, how many people, how did you kill them, how did you use them?"

"I killed the girls, all 24 of them. I used them for- for my own.... I beat them."

"You beat them, your raped them, you used them, and then you burned them alive!" She shouted as she slammed the box shut and locked it.

"Ten!" She grabbed the first sword and swung it around a bit.

"One!" She slammed the sword through the slot, causing a scream to echo through the warehouse.

Sword after sword she slammed it through the box.

By the time the last sword was sent through, there were no more screams.

"Silly me, it seems I forgot how to count."

She opened the box to see his body mangled and wrapped around the swords.

"Pity" She mumbles, "I even saved one."

She grabbed the last sword and slammed it through his crotch. Before turning back to the camera.

"A round of applause for my repulsive assistant." Before bowing at the camera.

And with that, the video clicked off.