There was something cold and wet under my head. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but could not concentrate on anything.

Water was dripping nearby, sparse rays of light falling on the dirty floor. Nobody was around, and only this drop destroyed the silence.

This kind of cool looked like some cheap Hollywood thriller, where the hero wakes up in an unknown place, and different crap starts happening.

"Just don't tell me that it will."

- Woke up?

Someone whose face I could not see, walked right up and hit him in the face. I turned on my back.

- Painfully?

The voice was familiar.

“Tolerant,” spat blood.

Oddly enough, but this blow brought me to my senses.

There was a metallic clank. Looking up, I found myself behind bars. On the contrary, there is a black-haired guy - my hallucination, and next to me an unknown man, about forty years old. He has a fluffy blond mustache, a Hawaiian shirt and a very inhospitable look.

- Are you there?

“Well, yes,” the imaginary interlocutor chuckled. - And you thought?

“It all seems to me,” he shook his head, and she responded with a painful roar. - You're just an illusion ...

- Illusion? - he asked and laughed out loud.

- He really led? - echoed his neighbor.

- What is going on? - I asked in surprise.

“Retribution,” he approached the grille. - Will you pay for what you did with Michael?

At the mention of my friend, anger appeared in the voice of the brunet. Just like last time. Eyes glistened furiously, tears appeared in the corners.

- He died because of you. Cruel and unfair.

- I ... completely agree. I still can not forgive myself ...

- Shut your mouth! - suddenly he snapped and grabbed the metal bars. - Nobody gave you a word! Bastard! Do not dare to say that you feel sorry! Learn to be responsible for your actions!

- He was close to you?

I did not feel angry at this man. I understood him. I was guilty of the death of a friend, no one denies.

- is it close? - Tears still spilled on the cheeks. - We loved each other. They wanted to live together. And then ... you appeared.

"So this is how it is. I became an involuntary hindrance to homosexual lovers? ”

“But,” he wiped away tears. - Now I know how to get revenge.

An unpleasant smile slid across his face, and the guy headed back.

Just now I saw that behind their backs there was a wide screen behind which there was an unintelligible noise. Head buzzed, sat down and saw what was lying on.

"Blood!"

He jumped on the spot, recoiling to the side.

- Why are you so scared? - grinned mustache. - She is not yours.

- And whose?

A bad feeling (although where could it be in a good cage?) Settled in the chest.

With a sharp movement, the screen was pulled aside. On the other side were two more cells in which they sat ... Eve and Ellie.

- Bitch! I cried out. - What are you doing ?!

“Let me tell you something,” the brunet began, as if nothing had happened.

- Close your mouth! Let them go!

- I will release, but only one. And who exactly, choose yourself.

“You are a sick psychopath,” said through his teeth.

“It's the same thing,” he came closer, but so that I couldn't get it. - So, I had to work hard to achieve a result. But I could do it.

- What? - I angrily looked at this bastard.

- Bring you crazy. More precisely, forced to think that you are going crazy. Here are these things, - waved a jar of pills, - very helpful in this.Fortunately, I have friends in the forensic examination, ”he nodded at the mustache,“ who share my loss.

- You yourself have not broken your mind?

“Maybe,” shrugged indifferently. “But that's not the point.” You can not even imagine what works I should watch you and hide in your apartment. But thanks to the pills, you became absent-minded, and from them the headaches and loss of consciousness.

- Have you been to me?

- I practically lived with you. How many wonderful opportunities to kill you, strangle with your bare hands. But I wanted revenge, real.

“Did you kill Frank and the others?”

- Not only me, and not only them.

- What are you talking about?

- You think I could not find your other mistresses? But they have not been found yet.

“Scum,” I hissed, squeezing the grill to the pain. - I'll get to you ...

- Do not get there.

The impudent boy walked very close, that the arms themselves stretched towards him, but I knew that I could not reach him, no matter how hard I tried. And his manner of telling his cunning plan, like a clichéd villain, was annoying to horror.

- I wanted you to suffer, to suffer as I did. You have to lose loved ones, - with these words approached the girls. - I did everything so that you found yourself guilty of the death of loved ones, and I left. But I got tired of waiting.

- Do not dare to do anything with them!

- I'm late, I already.

And then I saw that Ally was squeezing a bloody rag and her brush. Horror bound my body.

"Is it really her blood?"

- I just do not understand what you sought, calling the culprit of all the misadventures? - asked the guy. - Although no, do not answer. Let me think, - put a finger to his lips and immediately laughed. “Don't tell me you wanted to fuck her just so that the“ second ”you would kill her later?” Is that your plan for revenge?

He looked at him with hatred, but did not answer.

- What? Seriously? - laughter became louder. - And I like it! You wanted to kill the one who killed your friends! Do you understand me now?

- No, damn you son of a bitch. I thought better of it in time, realizing that this would not change anything, so I drove it away.

“And you wanted to break up with her because of this?” - pointed to Eve.

I was silent.

- Then you have to watch.

The guy came up to my beloved and grabbed her by the hand tied to the bars. She screamed, but the gag drowned out that scream, jerked, trying to escape, but could not. In the hands of our jailer was pruner.

- Not! Not! - I shouted. - Let her go! You have me! Do not touch her!

“That's what I need you for.”

- You promised to let one go! So let go of Eve! I beg! - I almost begged.

- I lied.

“Nooo!

But instead of answering, there was a nasty crunch and a stifled cry of pain. And the eyes of the girl were tears when the torturer slowly pressed on the handles of the tool. First, the skin broke, then the muscles and tendons, and when the metal reached the bone, I myself almost fainted from shock. The blood squirted to the sides, sprinkling the clothes of the girl and her executioner. The same was quite pleased with what he was doing.

- Bitch! - I shouted, not realizing that I was shaking the lattice, hitting it with my hands and feet, forgetting about the pain. - Where are you?! Come help now!

Brunette and barbel looked at me in surprise.

- You still do not understand? You're not a schizophrenic, you have no hallucinations.

- Come back!

I was on the verge of hysteria, calling for my savior, but he did not appear. In desperation, the donkey on the floor, looking at the pale face of her beloved.

“It happens,” said Brunet’s partner.

- Well, - he continued, - coming up to me. “I lied to let them go.” Today there is no way out for you. But if you call a name, then one of them will die quickly.

With these words, he took out a gun.

I looked at the cells with a blank look. Eyes eclipsed the veil of tears.

“Eve,” he answered faintly.

- Eve! - the guy seemed happy. - Well!

He turned and fired. At the same moment with a broken head on the floor fell ... Allie.

The second prisoner who was sitting next to her again screamed, clinging to the opposite wall.

I jumped on the spot, not understanding what had happened.

“And you thought I'd kill the one you call?” Frankly, I was not going to kill Eve. Just like that. You have to look at her torment. You must suffer.

“How did you find me?”

- Michael is a lot ...