I groan as I gain consciousness. My back feels a bit sore but that's alright, I'll live. I tried to get up but something held me back. I opened an eye. Blackness. Calm the fuck down, it's gonna be alright. Though that got me hyperventilating.

I tried to calm down as I felt what I was laying on. My fingers brushed against the object underneath me. It was smooth and cool, maybe some sort of metal.

"R-Ross?" I call out, seeing as he was the last to see me. A small giggle rang out after the simple cry for help. Wait that giggle sounds like-

I shivered once I felt a cool, thin object trail down my chest. Then it stopped at my stomach tracing patterns onto me. Sometimes it was pressed down harder than other times causing a warm liquid to trickle down my abdomen.

I assumed it was blood but honestly I couldn't tell. Every time I whimpered or whined it made him laugh softly.

"What do you want your last words to be?" this insane man asked.

"T-Tim pl-please, I'll do a-anything," I beg, my lower lip quivering. He snorted and took off my blindfold, gagging me with it instead. I tried to growl but I was cut off by the knife pressing down on my gut a little too rough.

I felt it pierce through my organs slowly, it dug into my stomach for a while, stomach acid streaming into me, causing me to feel a burning sensation. I shivered, horrified once it reached the other side. Tim repeated this a few times until I was coughing up blood. A sickening smirk crept upon his lips as he leaned up close to me.

"Ross is mine sweetheart~" he chucked, shoving the sharp object into my girth once more, before leaving the room. I groaned and moaned in pain quietly and weakly till my last breath.

And that was the last of Max LaPum.