WARNING: This chapter is slightly gorey 

song above is Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead

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Bree ran through the maze, throwing a a glance behind her. Cuts, bruises and gashes now covered her body, her clothing slight torn as if to say she was placed in the midst of a struggle and that wasn't a complete lie. She was right to believe that there would be a slight twist, monsters and vicious animals were created to come after her- illusions made to keep her on her toes. It was a big surprise that she had managed to last this long, the amount of times she came close to death was unbelievable.  However there always seemed to be some sort of exit waiting for her, or maybe they were everywhere and she was only just able to notice them. 

You see it was the fact that there seemed to be some sort of glitches in certain parts of the walls, glitches that would make the material waver a bit as if to say the coding was weak enough to past through without any problem. 

She decided to stop running, leaning against the wall as she tried to get her breath back. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she tried to brace herself for a next wave of torture. During her time in the maze she was forced into the habit of always going and never stopping, if she did then she got shocked. 

Even now she could feel it, her body tingling from the aftermath of so many of those shocks. 

She opened her eyes once more, about to run off again but she was stopped right in her tracks. Something wrapped around her foot, restraining from her to go on. She turned to look, seeing a metal chain there, keeping her into place. Soon another one popped out, wrapping around her other ankle, two others then came into view, coiling around her wrists as one last one coiled around her stomach. Bree couldn't move at all, as hard as she tried the chains stayed in place only further tightening their hold.

A scream escaped her lips, her eyes bulging in pain as she felt another wave of electricity; this time the voltage higher than usual. She arched her back, her eyes diluting with the absolute agony she was being put through. She couldn't stand this at all, this pain... It was so much worse, so much worse then those others shocks she had to put up with. Tears began to stream down her face, her body overcome by spasms once more as the pain overrode absolutely everything. She could no longer think, she could no longer hear, she could only feel. Feel the excruciating pain the was now pulsing through her, feel the torture that was making her brain go haywire, that was making her heart to beat faster and faster. 

All she wanted was it to stop, was for it to end. Her wishes wasn't going to be heard though, the view began to change around her. Instead of the tall and never ending walls of the maze she was placed into a dingy looking room, light coming from a single light bulb. And standing above her was a human looking face, their bottom half covered by surgical mask. 

"Ah the famous Brianna Gallows, Such a pleasure." He spoke. His voice was different to the suppose mastermind of this although it was hard to be sure as the electricity continued to plague her veins. "Now you must be in quite a lot of pain there." 

He smiled leaning close to her ear, seeming to be quite unphazed with all of the screaming, "all you have to do is help us with getting into the mansion without being detected. Just nod or say yes and then this will stop." 

But for quite obvious reason the only response he got was another agonizing scream, something that made the man grin behind the mask. He walked over to the end of the table that Bree was now chained onto. There seemed to be some sort of roller hovering just above her legs, the cylinder seemingly to be made of metal with how it gleamed in the low light meanwhile next to it was a leaver and turner indicating that this machine here could be lowered. 

"Pity you won't say anything." Smirked the man, slowly lowering the tool. "Maybe this will help persuade you." He continued to lower the metal roller until it was putting incredible pressure on the red-head's legs. He continued to lower it and lower it until he heard a sickening  crack- a louder scream piercing through the air to indicate the pain. Satisfied with the reaction the man began to turn cylinder letting it roll down her legs. The cracks growing sharper, Bree's screams becoming peircing as it all just became unbearable. 

"Still not going to speak? Well then, let's fix that." He picked up a saw, the blades and teeth appearing to be rusty and looking as if it was slowly deteriorating. He marched over to her midsection, pulling her shirt up to reveal her midsection, then with the piece of flesh in sight he buried the weapon deep into her. The screams and sobs becoming more inhuman by the second, the pain being so unbelievable and impossible to put up with. Bree just wanted it to end, she wanted this to stop, to be done already. 

Yet more methods or torture were carried out, laughing being created from the sobs and screamsthat never ceased. Blood coated the torture table, Bree's body now looking barely recognizable with everything she had gone through  it was honestly a miracle that she was still alive, the she had managed to stay concious for this long. Something that the torture master definitely noticed. 

"Let's just see how much longer you can go Ms Gallows." He said, his voice sounding colder than ice. In his gloved hands was a a metal circular band- resembling a headband in a way. Inside it were little bumps circling it. He walked over and placed it over the struggling head of Bree. 

"Now you are wondering what I just put on you, yes? Well this little lovely here will impale you head with little spikes in a random set of time. So I suggest you tell me how to get in the mansion of those Creepypastas." 

Still she refused to speak, whether it was out of her not wanting to give up her friends or the fact that she couldn't communicate through this pain remained uncertain. All she did was scream and scream, her cries desperate to be heard- desperate to be recognized. 

And then just like that it stopped. 

Silence here had never felt so piercing.