Becky rolled her head back and forth. Her vision was blurry and legs felt limp. She rubbed her eyes and noticed she was in a tank. "Oh shit." Becky kneeled down and tugged at the shakles on her ankles. She turned and saw Aj struggling to his hands and knees. "Aj! Aj are you okay?" She yelled.

When he turned to face her, she spotted a large gash on his right eye. "Dammit!" He hunched over in pain, holding his hand up to his wound. "The fuck did they do to me?" His ankle was shackled to a pipe. But for some reason his chain was pretty long, allowing him to be able to reach somewhat close to the prism shaped tank Becky was in.

"Welcome to Round 2." The Drifter strolled into the room. "This game is simple. You both had the lowest survival ratio of Round 1. Now, it's your time to prove that you aren't the weakest links of the group."

Becky pounded her fists against the tank, "I'm going to kick your arse when I get outta here! You hear me!" She threatened.

The Drifter chuckled, "That is if you even make it out of here alive."

"What do we have to do?" Aj wasn't going to waste his time arguing. Might as well play this Saw-esque game so they can get the hell out of, well... H.E.L.L.

"Hidden in this room, is a key that'll unlock Becky's shackles so she can escape. You have 30 seconds exactly to retrieve it before the tank is filled to the top with water." He explained.

"How the hell am I supposed to retrieve a key when I'm shackled up?" Aj yelled, "if you haven't noticed, I only have 50% of my vision!"

Becky covered her mouth when she saw The Drifter smirk after Aj's comment. "Oh god.... Baby..." He turned to look at her, "Your eye...." She pointed.

Aj's jaw dropped as his good eye widened in paranioa. "No.... No no no no! You fucking prick! How am I supposed to-"

The Drifter snapped his fingers, and between them was a sharp scalpel. He tossed it for Aj to catch. "Remember, it only takes 20-60 seconds for someone to drown. So if you want to save your girlfriend, better get to cutting." He laughed before drifting through the concrete walls.

A timer with red numbers was mounted on the wall. It began to count down from the 00:30. As soon as the timer started, the tank began to bubble up with water

In the corner of the room was a mirrior that was mounted onto a metal stand with wheels on the bottom. Aj grabbed it and stretched the chains as far as he could so he was as close as possible to the tank. Which was about a 10ft gap between them.

"You can do it Aj!" Becky motivated as much as she could.

His hand trembled every time he put the scalpel centimeters away from his eye. Every time he came close to cutting, he backed out. "I can't! I can't do it!"

"I know you can. Please, you have to do it!" She cried. The water was at her knees at this point. "Hurry Aj! You have to hurry! I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!"

Aj gritted his teeth and forced his hand to start carving at his eye. Blood squirted on the mirror and dripped down his arm. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He screamed in agony. If you thought getting shampoo in your eyes stung, this was that pain, multiplied by 1000. The tears coming down from Aj's good eye made things incredibly hard for him to see where he was cutting.

"Oh my god!" Becky cried, having to turn away. There was only so much she could stomach. All the blood, and hearing the gushing of his eye socket made her want to pass out.

"Ahhhhh shit! Fuck! Shit!" Aj dropped the scalpel and dug in the hole with his finger. He could feel a thin piece of metal between the eye tissue.

"Aj please hurry!" Becky screamed, now the water was just below her neck.

He pulled it out, using his nails. A string of blood and tissue came out along with it. Aj stretched as close as he could to the tank so he could toss it into the opening of the tank.

It seemed easy but more than half of his eye sight was gone. You could only see so much through one eye that was filled with blood and tears.

"Here!" Aj tossed it, but it only hit the rim of the tank and fell off. "Dammit!"

"Aj!" Becky gargled. He looked up and her head was already under water and the clock hit 00:00.

He got down on his stomack and tried reaching for it. No matter how much he stretched his arm out, it was still too far to grab. Aj tried pulling out of his shackle, but all that lead to was a bloody ankle.

He caught sight of the mirror. He knocked it over and used it to regain the key back into his possession.

Becky's face was turning a shade of purple. She's never been that good at holding her breath. At this moment, she had hoped she never smoked cigarettes in the first place. Then maybe it would have been easier for her to hold her breath for a while longer.

Aj rubbed the fluids out of his eye so he had a clear shot. Thankfully, it landed in the water and sank to the bottom.

Becky quickly got ahold of it and unlocked herself from this tank of death. She swam to the top and held onto the rim, coughing and trying to catch her breath. "You okay?" She managed to choke out.

"I've been better."

Becky climbed out and landed on the ground. She ran over to Aj, key in hand and tried to unlock his shackles. "It's not working!"

"What do you mean it's not working?!"

"I mean the key isn't fitting into the lock!" She screamed back.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here then?!" He began to panic.

"There's a lock on the door. Maybe this key works for that too." She went up to the door and attempted to use the key on the lock. Thankfully, the large metal door swung open. "It worked!"

"There has to be something that'll get me out of these chains though."

"I'm not too thure on what thoo do." She responded with a lisp.

"Huh? Are you okay? Why are you talking like that?"

"I canth thalk!" Becky touched her throbbing tongue and felt something strange. She screamed and stumbled out of the room. "I felt something!"

"Your voice went back to normal." Aj pointed out.

Becky took a step back into the room and felt her tongue swell up again. "Now ith weirth again."

"Wait, stick your tongue out." Becky did what she was told. "Babe... The key to my shackles... It's in your tongue." Her eyes widened. "You have to cut it out so I can get loose." Aj picked up the scalpel and handed it to her.

Her hand was shaking. She then looked up at her boyfriend and took a few steps back. "I can't."

"What? What do you mean you can't?" Her feet stepped outside the room. "Jesus Becky, you can't leave me in here!"

Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Aj I'm scared..."

"So what, I'm scared too. Please, Becky. You have to get me out of here." The heavy door began to close slowly. "Jesus Christ, Becky get me the fuck out of here! Don't you fucking let me rot in this place!"

Becky wanted to go back and help him but her feet kept moving backwards. Everything went silent. All she could see was her boyfriend panicking. And the door closing, to be locked forever without the key that is non existent outside of the room.

"Shit." She cursed, running back into the room before it closed. Becky held the blade in her fist and started carving into the thick flesh. She cried hysterically in pain as the top of her tongue was splitting in half.

"You thought about leaving me..." Aj backed away, "You were going to fucking leave me in here to die!"

Becky ignored him and continued to cut away until she felt metal. She pulled the key out and freed him from his shackles. Tears were running down her face, not because of the pain she endured. But because the thought of leaving her boyfriend to die was something she was considering on doing.

She grabbed him by the wrist and ran out of the room.

As soon as they both stepped out together, her tongue and his eye were healed. "I'm sorry..."