***BROOKLYN’S POV***

When I woke the first thing I felt was the throbbing pain in my head, and I cringed, but the smell of this room… it stunk. It was moldy, and as my eyes squinted and attempted to adjust I realized this room had a dark tint to it. 

Just like the room with the monitors. 

I was dizzy, and my head hurt, and I was nauseated, but when I realized I was lying on the ground, I knew something was wrong. 

When I slowly began to pull myself up off of the floor I felt the pain in my head grow, and I didn’t understand what was going on. I had never seen this room before, but it was so familiar in its creepy little way…

Was this another room in the cabin?

Then I heard whimpering behind me.

My head snapped towards the far end of the room, and I saw Allison, strapped to a chair. My heart caught in my throat, she had a rag in her mouth, which was why she wasn’t able to get my attention as soon as I woke up. 

I ran over to her, taking the gag out of her mouth and I could feel her heart beating rapidly through her shirt. She mumbled, “It hurts…” it was really a plea, and I watched as her eyes looked down at the clamps around her wrists.

Her hands were covered in fresh blood, and I knew the clamps were digging into her skin. I wanted to cry, how was I going to get her out of this?

They had locks under her wrists, that were dangling from the wrist clamps, and I picked it up in my hand. There it was, the dreaded key hole, a key that I was missing out of my possession. She was whimpering, I knew the clamps were tight around her wrists, and every little movement she made hurt her. 

Then there were wires, connected along her body, on her neck, her temples, and one ran along her chest. I took one of the strings between my fingers, wondering what the hell this was… but when my mind realized it’s identity…

I didn’t want to believe it. 

It was an electric chair. 

I looked into her eyes, and she was crying, they were blood shot, and I wiped a tear away from her eye, “I’m gonna get you out.”

She shook her head, and I knew she had that idea that she wasn’t going to get out of her, and I was starting to believe that we were all going to die. I couldn’t show her that though, I couldn’t let her know that I was afraid, that I was slowly giving up every second that I witnessed her pain. 

Her ankles were also in clamps, and I studied the locks.

They were all the same, which meant they all required the same key.

I looked up, seeing a TV, and a movie that was playing. There were a group of friends, getting out of a car, they were carefree, happy, just like we were when we got here. 

But this was no normal movie. 

This was people he killed, video taped, and now we were watching it. 

He was going to do the exact same thing to us, he was going to kill us all, and put his stupid fucking movie together. My eyes widened in horror as I realized the reality of this situation, and as I stared at the TV in front of me, I realized this was our fate. 

All of us. 

This was just his big finale, his climax, and there was no happy ending.

The room wasn’t big, but as I looked around I saw a door, and I ran to it, pulling on it and knowing immediately that it was locked. I felt stupid, because who would go through all of this and not remember to lock the door?

Allison spoke, “Brooklyn…”

I looked at her, and her pained expression had turned into a curious look, and even though I knew we were in trouble, I asked, “What?”

She spoke again, “Your leg…”

I looked down, seeing my knee cap and my shin, but not understand what she meant. I shook my head, “What do you mean?”

Her finger moved slightly outward, it was covered in a light coat of blood, and I knew it hurt her, but I wasn’t following. Maybe she was pointing to the back of my leg? I turned my body, twisting and looking down at where she was pointing, and I saw what she was looking at. 

I had stitches, and when I bent down to poke it, I realized that part of my leg was numb. 

The man… he cut my leg open… numbed me… but why?

I moved my finger around the stitches, but when my finger ran over a hard surface, my heart fluttered inside my chest. I continued to feel, and even though the skin was thick, I could still start to make out what the figure was. 

It was a key. 

I sat on the ground again, feeling the sting of tears come to my eyes, and I shook my head. Allison didn’t understand, but I did, I knew what was going to have to happen if we wanted to get out of here. 

Allison spoke, but her voice held pain, “Brooklyn… what is it…?”

I sobbed, and I knew I shouldn’t be breaking, but there was no use in holding it in anymore. I was terrified, I was horrified… and I needed to answer her truthfully. 

“The key… to your locks… he put it inside my leg.”

Her eyes widened in horror, and as they locked with mine I realized how truly scared I was to die. The stitches ran for awhile, even though it was just one key. I would have to rip the stitches back open, and now that it was brought to my attention thanks to Allison, the numb feeling was starting to fade.

And soon I was going to be able to feel everything. 

Allison didn’t know what to say, and I knew this wasn’t going to end well. If I started ripping them open now I would still have a little numbness, and I wouldn’t feel much pain, but opening a gash this big… well I would lose a lot of blood. 

And I was already weak.

I looked up, seeing  the camera that was recording everything that was happening, and I shook my head. This was it, it was do or die…

And I wasn’t sure which one was my fate. 

I stood, looking around the room for anything, but it was empty besides me and Allison, and some things lying around the room. I needed something sharp, something to cut the stitches without the need to yank them and hurt myself more. 

I stumbled over to a shelf, looking but only finding dust and a few pointless ornaments. Allison was whimpering from the clamps that were cutting into her wrists, and I could hear the locks hitting against the rusted metal. 

And then I came across it, the beginning to our freedom. 

An old, rusted knife.