***BROOKLYN’S POV***

I held the rusted knife in my hand, between my pointer and middle finger, and I felt the edge, realizing it really wasn’t that sharp.

Then a loud buzzer went off, and I jumped, hitting the shelf and sending it to the ground. I looked up, a digital clock of some sort lit up, and a red 3 lit up, and then it began counting down. 

2:59... 2:58... 2:57

Why was he timing me?

I didn’t think, I just did, and I leaned down and began to inspect the stitches that ran along my leg. They were fresh, and the blood was just starting to dry, but the thing that worried me the most was the aching…

I was starting to feel it again.

The rigidness was hot under my fingers, and I knew that I didn’t have time. I started against the stitches with my knife, and the pain hit me immediately. I didn’t expect it to be so harsh, but it was, and it brought tears to my eyes.

Allison screamed out in horror as blood began to seep out of the cut more rapidly, and I cringed at the pain and the blood. I gagged, but the pain was overtaking me. I grabbed the broken end of the stitch and began to pull it out of my leg, opening up the gash as I went. 

I pulled, and my skin stuck to the string of the stitch, and I flinched as I pulled. I screamed as the gash opened up a little more, and I glanced up at the clock.

2:02.

I felt my mouth watering, either from the pain or I was literally about to throw up again. I knew that the key wasn’t going to come out on it’s own. 

The cut was deep, and the sting of a dirty cut was coming back, and the aching as well. Soon enough I was going to be able to feel every little thing that I did to it, and I couldn’t have that. I needed to get the key out, as soon as possible. 

I threw the knife down, and I stared at the oozing cut, and Allison screamed, “No… Brooklyn… just go… don’t.”

I shook my head, I wasn’t giving up now, not after what I just did to myself. I was going to fight till I died, or I escaped, one of those. I couldn’t just give up now… there was no way in hell. 

I pressed against my skin as the key barely began to move under my skin, and I looked at the clock again.

1:10.

The time was slipping away from me now, and I knew I needed to work fast. I didn’t know what was being timed. Maybe when the timer hit zero, he would come out and murder both of us, or he would do something so brutal that we would have to suffer for hours on end. 

Or maybe… he was going to electrocute Allison in that chair. 

Right in front of my eyes. 

Allison knew what she was sitting in, and the clamps around her wrists and ankles were only scaring her even more. 

She knew what her fate was if I didn’t get her out. 

I stared down at the gash in my leg, and I knew what I was going to have to do to get the key out as soon as possible. 

I stuck my finger inside of the gash, and I screamed out in agony as the pain increased, and Allison let out a horrific scream, telling me to stop. 

But I didn’t listen. 

I ignored her and  the pain, or trying my best at least, and I felt the key, the hard metal under my finger, and I began pulling it out. 

The edges were scrapping along my inside thigh, and I yelled out in horror as the blood covered my hands. Allison was moaning in horror and finally the key fell out of my cut and onto the ground. I had lost quite a bit of blood though, and I knew we didn’t have long. 

I looked at the clock once more. 

00:43.

43 seconds. 

I limped over to the chair, and I clicked it inside the lock and snapped it open, ripping the clamp on her right hand off and seeing the ring of deep red blood on her wrist. She grimaced, but I could see there was a sense of relieve in her features. 

I moved to her ankle, and the blood was visible around her barefoot, and I held the lock inside my hand, and turned the key. The locks were getting harder to open, and I knew I didn’t have much time left. I moved to her left ankle, and I snapped the lock and it fell onto the wooden floor. 

Then I moved to her left hand, and that’s when I stuck the key inside, and turned, but nothing happened. The key didn’t budge, and I looked at her in fear, not understanding what was going wrong. 

Her eyes looked at the clock this time, and she shook her head, we were running out of time, and she knew that I needed to get out of here. 

But I couldn’t leave her. 

“Brooklyn… just… stop… I’m not going to make it.”

I shook my head, not listening to her warnings. I couldn’t give up, not on her… I had given up on my other friends… but I couldn’t with her. 

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I struggled with the key, and when I looked up my eyes caught hers, and she was crying to. She was in so much pain, the blood loss was killing her, and the pain wasn’t helping either. 

She whispered, “I love you…”

I felt a tear escape and run down my cheek.

I had never heard that before, except from my family. 

I whispered, “I love you to Allison… please, stay with me.”

She leaned her head back, and the wires across her body moved, and I ripped  one of them off of her, and she yelled out in pain. Blood started to ooze from the hole in her temple but I knew I needed to get them off of her.

I ripped two more out, and I jiggled the lock a little bit more. My hand was aching, and I didn’t know what else to do. 

I knew I didn’t have enough time left. 

I grabbed the left clamp, and I felt a tingling sensation under my palm. I pulled back, and I knew Allison was feeling it to, her eyes widened, and she mumbled, “It… hurts…. Brooklyn.”

She was stuttering, and I knew exactly what was going on. 

He was starting to run the electric current through her body. 

I touched her face, it was cold, most likely from all of the blood loss, and I sighed, “Allison… please baby… I’m sorry… please stay, don’t give up.”

I touched the clamp again, and the tingling had now turned into a slight sting, and it was hurting me when I barely touched it. I could only imagine what Allison was feeling right now. 

I glanced behind me, and looked at the red glow of numbers again.

00:10.

I began yanking at the lock, even though it was stinging the fuck out of me. I twisted the key and then I heard a loud snap, and I stared at the lock as I realized the key had broken inside of it. I heard Allison scream from the increasing pain and I stumbled onto the ground searching for the knife.

I needed to get her out of there. 

I found it, and jammed it into the lock, snapping the lock as I heard the buzzer go off loud behind me. I felt the painful sting in my hand as I fell back from the burst of electricity. 

I looked up at Allison, her screams had intensified, and her body jerked, I could see the sparks and I smelt the burning of her flesh as the electricity made it’s way through her body. I screamed, “NO!” but there was nothing I could do. 

Allison’s eyes widened and then she moaned as everything stopped immediately. 

The she spoke, and it was the last time I ever heard her speak, “Run.”

Then the lights went out.