Mark locks the front door and quickly gathers everyone in the den. "Keys and cellphones now!" He shouts, holding his hand out for everyone to hand their possessions over.

Hysteria fills the room as they reluctantly reach in to their bags and pockets to hand over their phones and car keys.

The other eleven guests who aren't Mark or his wife, sit huddled together in front of the couch.

"Why are you doing this Mark?" Riley asks, trying to do the adult thing and stop this before anyone gets hurt.

"So everyone can see how much I love my wife!" Mark smiles as he started at his wife shaking beneath his huge ego.

"I know how much you love your wife, Mark. Everyone knows. Everyone can see it." Riley stands, aggravating Mark even more than he already is.

"Oh yeah?!" He shouts, turning around to point the gun at Riley. He walks right up to her and places the barrel on her chest. "Then why when I listen to your phone calls do I hear you telling her to pack her things and leave? Why do you tell her to leave me?!" He spits in anger as he raises his hand and shakes the gun in front of her face.

"That was before Mark." Riley holds her hands up. "Please drop the gun." She tries to reason with him.

"Sit down!" He shouts at her. He is angry that she is defying him. But Mark always liked Riley. Even if she did give his wife ideas to leave him.

"Why don't I go get dinner so we can all eat?" Riley suggests, taking a step back. "I'm sure some food will make us all rational again."

Mark takes the gun and smashes across Riley's head to stop her.

He follows her body with his eyes as she falls to the floor.

He didn't mean to hurt her.

Chris crawls over to her, lifting her as blood drops down his precious wife's face. He sets her head on his lap and places his jacket over her head to stop the bleeding.

Riley is unconscious. The blunt force trauma has put her in a coma. Chris will never get to see her wake up.

Everyone cries as they stare at Riley in Chris' lap. By striking Riley, they now know that this isn't some theatrical show where Mark is just trying to get a point across. He is really angry and out for blood.

"Anyone else want to speak up?" Mark asks, his ego deflating the tiniest bit. He didn't mean to hurt Riley. He just wanted to scare her. He likes her. He doesn't want to see her like this.

Mark scans the room with his eyes, the gun shaking in his hand as he lowers it to his side.

Katie and Ryan sit in the corner of the couch, clinging to each other.

Mary grabs on to Carter's shoulder as he sits in front of her, ready to take a bullet if it means saving her life. He doesn't want to see her get hurt. He would do anything to save her.

Amanda and Brittany as hunched over Riley's unconscious body, trying to help Chris take care of her wound. They don't want her to bleed out.

Hope and Brandon cling to each other, sobbing in each other arms.

Of all people here, Riley is one of the only ones with a pure heart. She does not deserve to die. The others? They all cheat and steal and lie. All of them are victims of their money making their egos larger than life. Riley is the last person who should have to go through this.

Robert holds his hands out. "Please Mark. You don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's the only way to make sure I get what I want." He turns and strokes Hannah's face.

"Stop it Mark. I'll drop the divorce. Give me my phone and I'll call the lawyer right now." Hannah pleads with Mark.

"But if you drop it, does that mean you love me?" Mark asks.

Hannah nods, though she doesn't mean it. As soon as she gets him to let his guard down, she is going to call the police and get everyone out of here.

Mark shakes his head. "No honey, it doesn't. This is the only way to make sure I get exactly what I want." He brushes a hair out of her face. "So sit down." He shoves her down on to the fire place and points the gun at her. "Stay."

Hannah holds back tears as best she can but can't help it when she looks up to see all of the hysterical faces staring at her. 'I'm sorry.' She mouths to everyone, hoping they can forgive her for this.

Everyone nods. They know this is not her fault. They do not blame her for Mark's madness.

Mark paces around the group of terrified friends. "Now the question is, what to do with you all now?" He speaks his thoughts out loud.

Robert slowly crawls over to Hannah, keeping an eye on Mark to make sure he is not looking.

He stands slowly as Mark faces a wall, tapping the gun on the wood paneling. He turns around and points the gun at Robert, who is now standing in front of his sister.

"Hey! Back to where you were!" Mark shouts, holding the gun up at him.

Robert lunges at Mark, determined to do anything to save Hannah.

Everyone screams as Mark pulls the trigger. A bullet spirals through the air and hits Robert in the heart. He drops to the floor, dead.

Hannah shouts for her bother. She falls forward on to her knees and cries over his body as it lays face down on the white carpet.

Robert and Hannah were fighting yet he was still willing to die for her. That is true love.

"Now, I've probably got about nine minutes before the police arrive. How can I get myself out of this?" Mark mumbles to himself.

Lucky for the guests being held hostage inside the eleven bedroom house, the neighbors heard the gun shot and have called the police.

They will arrive in ten minutes.

"Mark, drop the gun." Chris pleads with him. "We will all say it was an accident. You can stop this now."

Mark laughs. "Is that really how it works though?" He asks.

All Mark wants is for his wife to love him again.