A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop. 

No idea of how much time had passed entered her mind. All she had was the disgusting sound of the maggots. Even if she couldn't see them in the dark, she could hear them wiggling their way around the corpse, and she at one point felt something slimy brush against her right arm. It then transferred to the side of her neck, and she squirmed against her restraints to attempt to get the thing off of her; however, nothing fell off, and the feeling vanished. Was she hallucinating again?

She closed her eyes since she couldn't view anything around her anyway, and she attempted to block out the sound of the feasting larvae, but it was too loud. It invaded her ears and stayed there like some vile infection. In another attempt to lose the sound, she focused on her aching limbs since they were growing tired of the awkward position they were in. Her head and back were pressed against the back of the metal chair and train tracks while her forearms and thighs were sticking up into the air.

Potentially, she could roll onto one of her sides, but she would squish one of her legs and arms in the process. Being even more uncomfortable wasn't on her list of things to accomplish. Then again, she didn't have much of a list to begin with. So, her really only movement she could pull off was lifting her torso off of the chair, but that didn't help her one bit. If anything, it just increased her discomfort after a few moments.

Pressure, though, on her left leg caught her attention. Out of instinct, she opened her eyes. Standing in the darkness was a skeleton, and she knew who it belonged to. There only was one individual who she saw like that, and she gulped. Even though she knew him to be a figment of her imagination, he was all too real at the same time, and she found that she couldn't ignore him, especially since her hallucination was visible in the overwhelming darkness.

"Isn't this an interesting position for you?" Since it wasn't her tormentor, she managed a scowl. "Reminds me of my girlfriend." His bony left arm pressed more into her leg, and she winced while his fingers tapped against her skin like dull knives. "She was tied to a chair, but she wasn't as lucky as you." (F/n) nearly rolled her eyes before she hissed at her leg being hit all of a sudden.

"Why isn't she here, then, to bother me?" (f/n) commented, breaking eye contact with him.

"Oh, she is, but she's laughing too much right now to talk to you." Just barely, she could hear faint laughter from behind her. "Anyway, I thought that since you're being tortured I might join in on the fun." His jaw chattered away with a chuckle. "What's funny, though, about all of this is that I wouldn't even be here if you weren't breaking." She didn't respond. "You think that you're holding onto hope and that he hasn't cracked you open completely, but the truth is very different."

Dean moved off of her leg and crouched beside her. His right index finger tapped against her forehead, and she pushed her head back as much as she could. "You feel guilty, and you want to be punished. Maybe, you got over killing us, and we disappeared for a bit, but now," he chuckled again, "you want a punisher. You couldn't kill the creature, and your real tormentor knows. You're ashamed of yourself." Standing up, he faced away from her. "And, other things are surfacing more and more. That's why you've been seeing Laura again too. You're scared, and you're shouting to be punished for your failings." He peered over his right shoulder and down to her, but she stared away from him. If he could grin like he had been able to when he still had been alive, he would. "So, I'm going to be your temporary tormentor while your real one is taking a break from you. Honestly, you're disgusting. No wonder he needed a break."

Not a word left her, and she managed to close her eyes again. Dean wasn't real, and Haley's laughing wasn't either. All of Dean's words didn't mean anything. She didn't wish for a punisher; she wanted to go home and make sure her parents were safe. "Silent, huh?" He chuckled again, and his bony steps could be heard on the metal. "That won't be for long."

At that, she shut her eyes tighter and told herself that it was all an illusion, but she continued to hear Haley's laughter and Dean's footsteps. She needed to get out of the chair and get away; she needed to run and lock herself away somewhere, but they were in her head. Would they just appear in the new room with her? It was highly likely.

When something dropped onto her, though, her (e/c) eyes snapped open, and she hastily scanned around her. The pitch blackness of the area greeted her first before she noted something pale, red and sticky on her. Like Dean, it had to be a hallucination. Otherwise, it wouldn't have landed on her from above, and it wouldn't be so visible to her. Regardless, she wanted it off of her, especially as it crawled closer.

Squirming once more, she tried to break free of the restraints, but she wasn't strong enough still. "You certainly don't like maggots," Dean commented with a grin as he crossed his skeletal arms over his ribcage. (F/n) just watched the trail of red form across her torso as the thing neared her head. "You know ..." He trailed off and began to walk away. Quickly, she caught onto what he was doing, and she shook her head.

"No! Stop!" she yelled as he reached his right hand into the woman's corpse and pulled out a large chunk of matter. His steps neared her, and she tried to move away, but she couldn't. "Don't! Please!" she ended up begging, but he didn't listen. Instead, he let the mass of flesh and maggots descend upon her before it made a terrible splattering sound. She shut her eyes and felt the rot drip down her skin as the larvae crawled upon her. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and she heard awful laughter behind her still.

"Still not enough."

Instantly, she opened her eyes, and she tried to ignore the larvae moving about her skin and trying to find a place where they could sink into her warm flesh. Dean's footsteps distanced themselves before they neared her again. Tears continued to stream down her face, and she shook her head. "Please!" she shouted, hoping that the illusion would fade away. Once more, he crouched down beside her, and he held a maggot between his right index finger and thumb.

"You really should eat." She shut her mouth tight, but his left hand flew forward and gripped her chin hard, forcing her mouth open. "At least, it's not human flesh," he remarked in a teasing, hateful tone. He brought the maggot closer and closer, and she tried to break free. (F/n) shut her eyes again, and she hoped that it would all go away. The grip on her remained, and her whole body felt horrible as the larvae coated her skin in the crimson and remains of another.

All of that, though, evaporated as though someone had snapped their fingers. Her chair was lifted upwards in a swift motion before it rocked a little on the tracks until it settled down. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and stared forward. At first, she squinted from the harsh light in the space. As her optics adjusted to it, however, she noted strands of nearly white hair and very pale blue optics.

In her panicked state, her mind didn't connect two and two. Rather, it took the darkness around the light and used it as a blanket to help hide itself from further damage. She blinked, and she felt more tears trickle down from her skin. A few droplets impacted the ground below, and one hit the metal of the tracks. It scattered upon impact and made a slight ringing noise.

The water in her eyes blurred her vision to a degree, and a smile foolishly fell upon her lips. Her next action cost her even more. "... Ether?" she choked out between sobs. Steadily, a grin met her optics, and the hair and eyes distanced themselves from her.

"That must've been some hallucination. I was wondering what all of the racket had been." A scratchy chuckle hit her ears, and her stomach felt like it dropped a thousand feet into an icy pool of water. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in pure shock. "But, I think that's the truest I've seen you. Even when you answered my questions during the game, that doesn't compare to now." He whistled. "Well done. I must applaud your mind for finally cracking."

Speechless, she stared ahead blankly. "Or, it cracked temporarily. Either way," he clapped, "that was splendid! You really thought that I was him! Your troubled mind is seeking him out!" Her tormentor chuckled more. "Brilliant!" His face came into her field of vision, and she finally closed her mouth, but horror still was evident in her eyes. He smirked. "I finally have you, and if I actually don't, I will soon."

(F/n) wanted so badly to glare and spit in his face, but she couldn't. That mistake of hers had taken too much, and it was as though the weight of all of his torture finally was raining down upon her in horrific torrents. "And, you know why?" She didn't even shake her head; she just wanted to disappear and hide in her room away from him, from everything. Unfortunately, the hallucinations would haunt her there too. More tears came. Why couldn't she receive a break from it all, and why did her mind torment her so much? Was it truly because she wished for punishment, or was it purely the work of her tormentor? Horrifyingly, she didn't know.

"Well, I learned something quite interesting, and I need to get you all cleaned up. We have a new game to play, and I want this old one off of you." Slightly, she went to shake her head, but he gripped her chin with his left hand. His nails threatened to cut her, and she paused. "But, you need to be quiet." He grinned. "Very quiet." Her eyes widened in realization, and she went to scream, but her conscious state slipped from her before the sound could leave her.