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Dorian chops Spencer's body up and puts it into a box. He finally shovels Jonni's remains into the last box as well after standing and admiring them. Then he tapes up each box and shoves them into the closet.

I'm the last one remaining. Should I fight back like Jonni or just accept my fate like Spencer?

Then a thought flashes in my mind, Where is Lynette?

As if on cue, the door creaks and opens up and she enters the red room.

"Well, you've had your fun, now it's my turn!"

"I suppose so, Lyn," Dorian remarks, kissing her forehead.

I fight the bile in my throat.

Dorian slaps her on the ass as he passes her, saying, "I left him fully clothed, so you can do whatever you'd like with him. Keep him that way, de-cloth him, half-and-half, however you'd like to torment the little weakling."

Lynette nods at him and looks at me, glowering evilly.

I see Dorian grab his chainsaw. "I'm just going to go sharpen this bad boy. And in case he escapes because you can't handle him..." He takes his other hand and makes a throat slashing gesture. "I got this ready to go."

I spin back around, my footing finally slipping under me.

"Yeah, yeah, Dor. I can handle him, before the cops show up soon. Trust me," she snaps back with venom in her voice.

I can hear the door open and close once more.

"Hmmm...how best to do this..." Lynette then speaks to herself as I hear her footsteps coming closer and closer to me. "Firstly, let's get you down from there as sexy as it is to watch you dangle helplessly by chains."

"Fuck off," I growl to her.

She lowers the chain, allowing me to fall to the ground like Dorian did with Fabien earlier. My legs are tied together with the chain though, so I feel like a fucking fish, unable to move. She wraps the end of the chain around her hand as she studies me, smirking and contemplating her next action.

"I guess I can take the chains off your ankles, you can't move much and it'll be easier to control you then, cause you can walk and do a lot more if I wish you to."

The numbness in my shoulders returns to searing pain, but I am fueled by desperation. As she comes forward and removes the chains from my ankles, I wait until she's gotten them off before I launch up at her.

She steps to the side and I miss, flying to the ground and landing on my face, the chains slicing the skin on my wrists.

I grunt with frustration and ignore the pain and blood trickling from the scratches. I push up and face her once more. She is standing, laughing and holding the end of the chains around her hand.

"Really, Radim? That was pathetic."

She yanks the chain toward her and I fly forward, not expecting the motion. My head slams into her chest and she gasps with a sudden pleasure.

Then it hits me! What if I can distract her enough to escape? I just have to pleasure her, as sickening as it is to think about and if I can get her to become so distracted by the passion, she'll lower her guard. Then I can escape. I can also try to manipulate her.

"Wow," I moan as I fall to the ground once more. "I hope you don't handcuff my wrists together..." I mock shock. "Did I just say that aloud, oh no..."

Lynette smirks and snickers to herself. "Oh, Radim! You stupid idiot!" She excitedly turns on her heels and yanks me with her to the closet. "I'm going to do just that to you!"

"Ohhhh, noooo, you can't!" I mock, throwing as much fake distress into my voice as I can.

She opens the closet up and reaches into a box on the second shelf, pulling out a pair of blue fuzzy handcuffs. Like the play ones for a BDSM game. She turns and clamps the cuffs on each of my wrists, before she removes the chains from my wrists.

The cool metal feels more refreshing against my red, scratched up wrists.

She closes the closet and leaves the chains in a heap next to the door. Then she licks her lips, studying me.

"What-what are you going to do to me now?" I stammer, drawing in more mock distress.

"Have sex with you? I've always wanted to, you know. Even if you don't want to, just knowing that you are my first and I am your first will be enough for me. You'll be inside me! I'll have your baby!" She grabs me by the shoulders and flings me around, slamming me against the wall.

It's the same wall that Dorian had pinned Spencer against, before he killed him.

I gulp. That's not faked. As I stare at her, my eyes searching hers. They are wild, like a crazy lady's. I can't let her win though, I have to keep playing the game and not letting fear sink in. I ignore the craziness in her wild eyes and manage to choke out, "Maybe you should strip me naked then?"

She nods her head, excitedly and squeals again. Then she controls her excitement, pursing her lips together. I watch as her hands cup my cheeks and her lips press against mine. I keep my eyes forced open, not enjoying the kiss, but allowing her too. She lifts my hoodie up and off of my body and throws it to the ground, on top of the chains.

"Are you Encrypto? Tell me, are you the one who hacked my laptop?" I manage to gasp out, fighting my feelings.

"Yes! I am Encrypto and Dorian is Hannibal Hacker. He and I met shortly after he got out. We formulated the plan to challenge you, hack your devices and wreak havoc on you and your friends, eventually luring you to kill you when we had enough."

"I knew it!" I shout out.

"I should also tell you that this is all being recorded. The cops can see this. Anyone. Everyone. I don't care if they find us, I know they're watching and they're on their way right now. Because you'll soon be dead and it'll all be worth it!"

Then her hands find my waist. I flinch, shuddering at her touch. She stares into my eyes as her hands slide to the center and grab the material of my black compression pants that I like to wear. Her lips remain pressed to mine and I fight off my erection.

I'm a man. She's a woman. I can't help the urges of a growing boner at her passionate, sexual touch.

"Someone's liking this..." she mouths between kisses. "A little too much."

I force myself to feel discomfort and I manage a grunt and whisper a distressed, "no, please."

She smiles and makes to yank my pants down, but instead, as soon as I see her eyes close to take in the messed up bliss of my unwillingness towards her love making, I muster all of my strength and bring my knee up.

I connect with her chin and then I kick her in the shin.

I hear her scream in pain and then I hear the sounds of sirens wailing outside. Hoping that Dorian was stupid enough to think that I wouldn't escape and not bother locking the door, I race for it.

I am shirtless, sweating and I manage to stumble, slipping my arms around my legs to bring them from behind my back. I twist the handle with my cuffed wrists and find that it is unlocked!

I throw the door open as Lynette recovers, bleeding from her mouth. She spins, her eyes wild again. But this time, wild with irritation.

I don't bother to stick around and see if she follows me, instead I bolt out of the red room, not looking back. Adrenaline is coursing through me as I dash down a dimly lit hallway. Like REALLY dimly lit. I mean, one or two torches only provide light.

Then I burst into another large dome-shaped room. I hear the sound of a saw. The chainsaw! It's coming from my side. I react quickly as it is flung out toward me.

It misses. Barely.

But I hear a gurgled shriek from a man.

I chance a look behind me and see that I managed to trick Dorian into hacking his own head off with the chainsaw. That's what happens with little light to see and not knowing where your clumsy hand is swinging!

I snort and hiss, "Yes!"

The sirens sound like they are right outside. I head across the room, for the door. I'm guessing it is the exit to this madhouse.

My legs are throbbing with pain and tiredness, but I push on.

For my sweet rival friend, Jonathan Kitness.

For Colton Thompson-Stephens.

For my outgoing sister, MacKenzie Raddysh.

For Lukas Kučera.

For Fabien LeBeau-Boulet.

For Tyler Katalin.

For Jonni Kokkonen.

And mostly for my brave hockey captain, Spencer Finnigan.

I burst out the door, shoving it open with my cuffed wrists. The cool evening wind whips at me, filling with relief.

Lined up, outside the front of the building I came from our a series of police cars with blinking lights atop their cars. One of the officers rushes up to me. I recognize him as Chief Officer Morgan.

"Kid, you okay?" he gasps, seeing the cuffs restraining my wrists.

I fall into his arms, losing it. I had been holding back so much, but now it is nice to just let everything out. I cry from all of the horrible stuff I had been exposed to, for all the deaths of my teammates, people I called my friends and for the relief of escaping myself.

A few cops enter the building behind me. I know they'll find Dorian's hacked up body inside the dome room. But will they find Lynette?

There wasn't another exit to the building, was there?

I should be thinking about this, but I really don't care right now. I sob into the officer's uniform jacket.

He wraps an arm around me and pats me, stroking the back of my sweaty head. "It's okay, kid. You're safe."

I know! I feel safe now.

Safe.

It's refreshing. But it's not. At what cost is it? A lot of people died because I was once stubborn to accept a challenge from who I thought was Colton. But instead it was the concoction of a wicked game from Lynette Spiegel, a crazy stalker lady from my past who was obsessed with me and still is and my equally crazy cousin, Dorian Maximilliaj!

But...It's all over.