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

With little hesitation, his right hand gripped the back of the chair. His hold made the chair more stable, but she doubted that was his intent. Rather, she felt her limbs begin to shake, and she desperately wished the cables to be off of her. Even if she couldn't run that well with all of her injuries, she still wanted to try so that she could race back to her room. Trying to leave only would result in something worse than the body in front of her, and she didn't want to imagine that.

Not a word parted from her as he abruptly leaned the chair and her forward. A slight cry escaped her, and she pressed her limbs more against the chair. She leaned her head back and wished that her hair was secured behind her head so that the locks wouldn't be closer to the body. Instead, they fanned around her face and dangled like vines for the insects to climb up upon. (F/n) hoped that the maggots wouldn't commit to such an idea, but her stomach still turned awfully. It didn't help that her toes were being dipped into her vomit, and the squishy texture reminded her of what the corpse must feel like.

"So, here's the game." He stood to her left, and a neutral expression covered his countenance. Her eyes didn't look up to him; she was more focused on making sure that she didn't get any closer to the body. "Every time you answer with a lie, I move you closer until you're face-first in that woman's gut. And, I'll keep shoving your face in until I get a truthful reply from you for that final question. If you respond truthfully, I move you back until I see it fit to untie you and end this little session of ours." A scratchy chuckle escaped him, and his right fingers tapped against the back of the chair. "If you answer with the truth the first two times, I let you go. Pretty nice, right?"

If it had been earlier in her time with him, she would've scowled and practically spat in his face with a harsh retort, but she knew the consequences of that. He probably would release the chair and drop her into the decomposing woman. She shivered at the thought. "Anyway, first question." The smell, which had been lessened before from her prior experience with rot, was starting to filter into her nose, and she wished to squeeze her nose. Her wrists struggled against the restraints slightly, but a sharp nail soon entered her field of vision. "That's going to get you nowhere pleasant." Reluctantly, she nodded her head, and the nail retracted.

"Now, do you miss Ether?" No response left her immediately, but she knew that he was going to ask a question along those lines. She bit her bottom lip as she heard his right fingers tapping again. "Oh, and I need your answer by the time I countdown from sixty. Plenty of time. If you stay silent by then, I move you closer." Just barely, she could hear him whispering the numbers. Each tap of a finger seemed like the hand of a nightmarish clock.

Did she miss him? Maybe, the question should've been whether or not she preferred him over her tormentor, but that would've been too easy. And, she could reply that she wanted Ether in that instance since it wouldn't mean much. Obviously, she'd desire the less torturous of the two. At least, Ether ... At least, he ... She chewed on her lip more as though it would provide her all of the answers to life. Skin broke, a thin trickle of crimson spilled into her mouth, but it tasted better than her vomit or her rot-smelling meal from before. "Ten, nine ..."

"Wait, I have it!" she hurriedly said, straining her voice to a degree. His countdown grew silent. "He ... He ... respects me." Was that right? Did he? After everything that he had done, did he really respect her, or was that just because her tormentor made Ether appear respectful to her. Before she had any more time to respond and clarify her answer, he moved the chair forward. Instantly, she pushed back into the chair more as though she was glued to it. "Wa -"

Cutting her shout off, he remarked, "You didn't answer the question, and I still was counting down." He smirked. "You just couldn't hear it, but your time ran out." She desired to argue with him, explain herself more, but her mind became too concentrated on the nearer body and on her toes sinking into the barf below her. "Again, do you miss him?"

The voice in her head answered for her already, but she ignored it. She didn't wish to delve into its grinning maw, and she was no longer sure if she had come to the conclusion before and mentally agreed to it. Her mind was such a jumble that things became lost when she didn't want to face them. Her lips parted. Go on. Answer him. (F/n) shook her head. No, she still didn't want to submit to her torturer completely. Already, he had control over her, but she didn't wish for him to have anymore; she didn't desire to reach that point she was absolutely scared of, the point where she agreed to his every word. Then, she might never return from that state of mind. "Fifteen, fourteen ..." Again, her time was running out, but she just couldn't speak.

And as the numbers became closer to zero, panic entered her bloodstream, and her body acted out of instinct. She shook her head and tried to get at least her arms out of the restraints. An annoyed sigh hit her ears. "So stubborn." With no warning, he ripped her chair back, which elicited a scream from her, before he threw her forward. Her nose almost was touching the victim's nose, where that maggot ... had crawled out of. (F/n) swallowed a thing of bile and tried to get as far back in the chair as she could, but she was kneeling now on the tracks, and the weight of the chair and his grip only moved her nearer.

Lower legs getting coated in vomit, she tried to ignore the vile cool feeling against her skin. A maggot fell from the body and onto the floor before it began to worm its way towards her. She shook her head more and watched another crawl out of the woman's mouth. Tears were beginning to form, and a wave of relief washed over her when the chair was ripped back almost to where she had been after the first question.

"Look at you." He frowned heavily. "Disgusting." Moving his face to the front of hers, he gripped her chin with his left hand, and his nails cut her skin just a little bit, which produced a small wince from her. "Again, do you miss him?" His tone was irritated and commanding. Against her will, she released a whimper and felt the tears trail down her cheeks. A horrid sensation greeted her foot, and it wasn't her stomach contents. The maggot from before was crawling upon her foot. She tried to shake it off, but he stepped on it with just enough force to crush it and not injure her foot.

Her eyes saw the thing slide off of her skin, but remnants of it remained there too. More tears traveled down her. "You should know by now that you'll not gain my sympathy regardless of what you do. All I am is your punisher, nothing more." Almost, a frown greeted her lips, and he noted the slight twitch of her lips. His eyes narrowed. "Well, that settles that."

Again, he went to throw her almost into the body, but she cried out, "I'm going to answer!" He paused and motioned for her to continue, but his expression remained displeased. "I ... Ether ... I do."

"You do what?"

"I ..." she choked on her own saliva for a moment before she regained her breath. "I do ... miss him." He stood up back to his full height, thinking over her response. His left nails clicked together before he nodded and moved her back a little. She sighed in painful relief, but she just had admitted that, and she wasn't sure if it was a lie. Her tormentor could tell her lies from truths easily, and he moved her back, so ... Isn't that interesting. Instantly, she wanted to shout for the voice to shut up, but she couldn't with him there; she didn't want him to view an even more vulnerable part of herself for him to tear up and consume with vicious delight.

"Next question. Did Ether spoil you?" The past two months she constantly had been hearing how Ether had done just that; how she had taken advantage of his kindness and was in denial of committing that action. Ultimately, though, Ether had controlled her life and had threatened her with countless horrible things. It was possible that he had found Nick over the time she was kidnapped and killed him along with his teammates out of anger for her disappearance. There also was the concern that he had murdered her parents, but she hung onto hope by a thin thread.

So many horrendous things had come from being under his watch. Yes, she had ventured into those tunnels of her own free will, but it had been to rescue her friend, who he had executed brutally. Naturally, she'd want to expose his weakness to the world after that so that she and everyone else had a better chance of stopping him. Yet, her tormentor's words, how Ether had been when she had betrayed him and Ether's occasional strange behavior over the course of their game all put doubt into her mind. They made her question if Ether really had been keeping some dark secret from her, if she really had seen the real Ether that entire time. His voice certainly had changed the last time she had heard it.

All of that, though, didn't excuse his actions. Real him or not, he still had caused those atrocities. And, her enduring them certainly didn't equate to her being spoiled. Are you certain? Her eyes widened, and her memory of not killing him when she had the chance entered her mind. "That had been an accident," she muttered without even realizing.

Raising a brow, he hummed, "Oh?" Her attention snapped to him. "An accident? What had?" He smirked slightly. "Just what did you do?" She drew her eyes away from him and remembered the horror that was in front of her. No doubt, the sixty seconds had passed, but her slip-up seemed to have bought her time. (F/n) parted her lips. "And, this will count as a replacement question, but you only have half the time."

Even if he didn't know what happened, he still could tell if she lied. Or if he wasn't happy with her answer, he would count that as a lie too probably. Still, she didn't wish to tell him, or he would torment her with the information too. But, she had a feeling that he would keep asking the question until he got what he wanted. That thought almost caused tears to spill again, and when the chair leaned forward, she swallowed hard from being closer once more to the corpse. "Same question. Answer."