He started a clock, and it's been fifteen minutes. So so so cold. I feel like a thousand knives are piercing into my body. I feel like bullies came along and buried me in the snow while I was in a bikini. The floor. It hurts. So so cold. My fingers feel funny, and my hair is frozen. I'd open my eyes, but I have a feeling my eyelashes are frozen shut too. I think I'm going to die. It hurts so bad. My goosebumps are probably the size of golf balls, and I understand what "frozen to the bone" means. This is worse than I could have imagined. My insides are slowly ripping and freezing, and I can barely think through my catering teeth. I had myself curled into a little ball, begging my sweats to keep me warmer, and suddenly I didn't feel so cold anymore. My toes and fingers started feeling warmer, along with the top of my head and out of my stomach. Haha, well fuck he's killing me, haha. Stupid devil, haha. I'm starting to feel fuzzy, it's making me sleepy. Well, maybe I should take a nap. Haha, cat nap. Black.

I woke back my, a thick layer of sweat covering every inch of my body. It was hot. Really hot. It never got this hot where I lived. This was hot. I looked over at the clock- 2:45:33. I'd been passed out for a while. I wonder how long this game went. It was getting hotter, and the sweats weren't helping. This was pain, and the floor was no longer cold, but a searing hot pain, digging into my back. I threw off my sweatshirt, needing anything to make it cooler in here. I didn't care what my friends were doing, and I knew was, the heat needed to stop. Lights shot on, bright, bright, hot, lights. They were big, covering the walls, blasting more heat onto us, from all directions. I let out a scream in agony. It hurt so bad, I could almost feel my skin, crisping and peeling.
I pulled off my sweatpants, tears falling from my eyes, feeling like bubbling lava traveling down my rough, burnt cheeks. Ow. It hurt so bad. I don't think I'm going to make it. I felt sick. My whole body was screaming for the heat to stop, but there was no end, it just kept getting hotter, and hotter, and hotter. I swear I'm melting. If I hadn't had a decent bit of self worth, and a lot of insecurities, I would have taken off my bra too. Water. I need water. I'm so thirsty. All the water seems to have evaporated from me. This is bad, dehydration can kill me. I need water. The floor was burning me, as was the air, and I let out another scream in agony as the lights glowed brighter. Water. I need water.

Finally, the lights shut off, and I could slowly feel the temperature going down, way down. No no no. Not more cold. Please no. No no no. Fuck, no!  Please! Slowly, but surely, the temperature dropped back to the unbearable cold, and when I turned back to get my sweatshirt and sweatpants but they were gone. I knew I shouldn't have taken them off. Shit. I crumpled myself up and closed my eyes, trying to find peace. So cold.

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