Mary-Anne sits up painfully, the chemicals still burning through her system, and physically sore from the game that Mal decided to play with her after the experiments the day before.

She groans quietly. Hearing the Kellers talking in the house from her bedroom in the lean-to, the ten year old places her ear against the wall to listen.

“Ryan's coming here?” Mal groans. “We have to clean up our act a bit, perfect the story.”

Tanith sighs frustratedly. “Right… Mary our self-harming depressed child that we love and care about very much runs away into the woods and attempts suicide by drinking some of my experiments.”

“I found her writhing on the forest floor in pain hours later.” Mal continues the story.

Tanith sighs, “Then, I gave her an antidote with a needle.”

He pauses, “Wait… but he runs a mental institution for kids. What if he asks to take her? She'll spill everything as soon as she thinks she's safe.”

His wife laughs meanly. “That little bitch will never be safe. She's our daughter. We own her, Maly.”

“What about the doctor?” He coughs. “He would find the evidence.”

Tanith thinks for a moment, “She's terrified of being touched, doctors, and men… but maybe we should take her to visit Dr. Skelton a couple more times before my annoying brother shows up.”

Mary-Anne gasps, pulling away from the wall and quickly jumping to her feet. She breaks open the door, and runs for the woods, clutching the knife in her pocket tightly.

Tanith looks out the window and sees her running. “Mal! Catch her! I'll call your cousin.”

Mary-Anne runs for her life as Mal chases her. She has a head start, but he has longer legs and isn't in extreme physical pain.

He grabs her long hair, pulling her to a stop sharply as she cries out in pain. “Trying to run away again, Mary?”

She struggles as he forces her to the ground, peeling away her fingers from the knife even as she stabs him in the leg. “I AM NOT GOING TO THE DOCTOR'S AND I AM NOT GOING TO A MENTAL INSTITUTION!!!”

He smirks, ignoring the pain. “You are going to the doctor. Because you'll need treatment after what I'm about to do to you.”

She gasps as he pulls the knife out of his leg, and starts slicing her clothes off. “Noo! Please! Not again!!”

He grins, pinning her. “You are going to pay for stabbing me, you little brat.”