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This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore.

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You immediately stood still, not daring to move as Jeff opened the door and entered the room. Why in the world would you even go in there with them in the room? What are they going to do? Torture you again? Try other things?

You had no idea why they would even want to see you. You had no more information about this whole project; you couldn't give them more than they already had. Then why specifically ask for you all the way in this rat hole where killers are lurking around? You wish you knew.

Jeff gave you a quick glance, the evil flash seen in his eyes for a mere moment told you to come inside and listen. You on the other hand were still hesitating who to listen to. You didn't want to listen to Jeff; on the other hand you also didn't want to listen to them.

It was then you felt a hand wrap itself roughly around your pulse, before a harsh tug was given and you moved forward into the dark room. The cold and tension had hit you like a wrecking ball as you immediately covered up your naked arms in order to keep yourself warm.

A scent so vulgar filled your nose once you had set one foot inside of the room. You recognized it immediately, and memories of Lola's deformed body filled your mind. Oh my god. You just hoped that it wouldn't be any of your other friends, but your gut told you not to keep too much hope.

You covered your nose with your hand as you searched around for anyone in the room. Right at that moment the light sprung on and you closed your eyes out of a reflex quickly. You heard footsteps, someone brushing past you and then voices:

"We asked for the girl, we didn't need her nanny with her." The mocking voice exclaimed, ready to get on the bad side of Jeff. It was as if he was aiming for it.

"Shut up, assfucker. Just what do you wingus and dingus want from her? "It was now that you felt comfortable opening your eyes. You still had no idea how Jeff could even see so quickly after the change of illumination, but you guessed that because he had no eyelids, his nerves were damaged or something like that.

You were greeted by a room filled with blood, gore, intestines and other filthy things you knew. On both sides of the room stood a table with all sorts of tools on them. Tools like hammers, nails, knives, saws... Just everything. In the back of the room stood another bench like table, where the body of a human male was ready to be cut open.

It was then you saw something so vile that you nearly had to puke. The chest of the deformed man was going up and down in a steady rhythm. His skin was a normal color and other than the many bruises and cuts in his body he seemed in a good condition.

He was still alive.

They were going to kill this man in an utmost gruesome manner. Maybe that was why you were called, so they could torture you and make you cut this man open while he was screaming for you to stop. No, Jeff wouldn't allow that would he? Or screw that, you knew he would be standing next to you, smiling like a madman.

After all you had seen before, anyone could say that you were adapted to all this gore. Well, that wasn't the case. You didn't even think that you could adapt to the gore even if you would see it every day you wake up. It was too much for a human to handle, even if you would be insane.

Not only that but every time you see blood your memory takes you back to Lola. It takes you back to her body, to her sad, empty eyes. It was one of your wishes to just let go of that thought, never think of her ever again. But you couldn't. For her sake.

Your eyes shifted from the table in the back of the room towards the masked man standing in front of Jeff. You could just feel his insane aura flowing off of him, infecting Jeff and you within a mere minute. Jeff on the other hand only stood there with his arms crossed.

"We just need some information, you may hold her hand through the whole ordeal, don't worry." You could almost feel Jeff's patience turning into dust as he stared at the masked man. Information? About what? Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but before any words had left his lips another voice spoke.

"Jeff, your presence is required in boss's office. " It was only then you noticed the hooded guy standing in the corner of the room. You couldn't have seen him if he didn't speak. It was as if he just came into the room. As if he was a shadow himself and that would be the reason why he would blend in so well.

"I just came back from that fucker. Tell him I'm busy." You didn't dare to even speak. Even though you hated Jeff with all you had, you didn't really want him to leave you alone with these two. Jeff had some sort of thing for you, while these two... Well you knew that they didn't like you.

"Do I have to remind you where your loyalty lies? Be careful with your actions." Hoodie growled, the voice changer making it sound even more of a dangerous situation. You expected Jeff to just laugh and call it false threat but instead you saw him clenching his hand into a fist and gritting his teeth.

You knew this Slender had control over Jeff, over the whole mansion... But you had no idea that he even had that much power to make Jeff be his underdog. You really did not want to meet this guy.

"Aw, you're scared aren't you, Jeffrey? Don't worry; we'll take good care of your little toy." Masky chuckled form under his mask. You couldn't see it, but you knew his eyes were fixed on you. He was looking at you and you knew as soon as Jeff would be out of this room, he would shred you to pieces.

Suddenly in one swift motion, Jeff had grabbed Masky by his collar, his face lurking dangerously close to the masked man as he spoke:

"If I find out that you even as much as placed one fucking finger on her, I will decapitate you with your own teeth, understand?" You saw that it was dead serious. Masky didn't do anything, but you knew he was smirking under his mask; he was purposely trying to get Jeff to attack him.

"She'll be fine, Romeo." Jeff then let go of Masky's collar before turning around and walking over to the door. You silently wished for him to just stay. You hated the fact that you had no protection, and no idea of what they were going to do. You were going to be all alone again.

Jeff gave you one last glance before he opened the door and walked out of it, As soon as the door was closed, the masked man spoke.

"Finally, the fun can begin." You didn't like the sound of 'fun' and you turned towards the masked man. He paced around the room for a little while, before facing you:

"Don't be so uptight; lover boy is going to be back soon. Sit down." He pointed towards an old, bloody and nearly disintegrating chair standing against the bloody wall. You knew that you had to obey, they could be worse than Jeff if needed. You slowly walked over to the chair, ignoring the sticky liquid coming through your pants as you sat down.

"That's a good girl, Jeff really taught you well." The masked man again chuckled a dark, insane chuckle as he walked over to one of those tables full of tools. He grabbed a knife and then came straight at you. His feet colliding with the ground harshly, and the way he almost towered over you left you feeling very intimidated.

"You're probably wondering why you're here... Again with us." He turned his head towards you, clearly waiting for an answer which was obvious already, but you decided to play with him. You now knew what they were capable of, and you surely did not want to get on his bad side.

"Boss was pretty pleased with the fact that we finally found the box..." He spoke, circling around you like a vulture stalking it's nearly dead prey. 'We'? You were the one who had found the box, not him! He acted as if he was the one who did all the tough work, as if he was the one who felt so nervous at that time that he was about to puke.

It irritated you.

"However after we finally retrieved the little safe we saw that there was one tiny little thingy wrong with it." You furrowed your eyebrows at this. What could possibly be wrong with it...? Wait a second... What if the blueprint wasn't in it?!

That couldn't be! Every single detail leaded towards this box, the blueprint had to be in it... On the other hand Lola's father could of course already have taken it away. He wouldn't be that stupid that once his daughter has been captured by these creatures, that he would leave the blueprint in the box, the thing they were looking for.

"Is the blueprint gone?" Before you even could comprehend it, the words nearly flew out of your mouth. You immediately covered your mouth with your hands as your wide eyes stared at Masky. He surely wouldn't like this outburst.

Suddenly the knife was slammed into the wall with such force that the worn our paint and pieces of concrete flew all around you. Not to mention the fact that the knife was dug into the wall merely a few inches away from your head.

Masky came closer, his masked face nearly touching yours as you could only look into the gaps where his eyes were supposed to be. The darkness of the room made it impossible to even make out his natural eye color, but your were more focused on him invading your aura.

He was standing way to close to you, so close that you could feel his hatred, his impatience and above all his insanity slamming against your skin. If not for the mask, you would feel his rushed breath against your face. His hand was still holding the knife tightly, nearly cornering you in between the wall and his body.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me, The box his secured by a code! You knew this didn't you? You had this all planned out!" He spoke in between clenched teeth, his anger clearly visible as he again dug the knife deep into the wall without even retreating from you.

Your eyes widened again and you quickly shook your head. You felt all your saliva retreating back into your throat as you tried to swallow. What in the world was he talking about, a code? You had no idea what code it could be!

"I don't know what you're talking about." You nearly whispered as you kept your gaze focused on the masked man. He then slowly stepped away from you, giving you the space to breathe again as he only paced around a little.

"The box you gave us is secured by a six digit code. Any idea what this code might be?" Your attention immediately went to the hooded man, who was still standing on the same spot as before. Even though his way of questioning you was softer and calmer, you knew he was the most dangerous.

He gave you chills just by looking at you, his mysterious aura screamed at you to get away, because once you would find out his true personality, you would be lying death with your guts sprawled across the floor. Masky could kill you within a second of rage, while Hoodie would make sure it is painful but quick.

"Uhm..." You softly spoke, trying to gather as much information about Lola and her father in your head as possible. What in the world could this code be? You needed more time to think about this, it could be anything really.

"Maybe Lola's date of birth?" Your eyes shifted from the hooded man towards Masky and back, hoping that this answer was satisfying enough.

"Yeah, misses obvious, we didn't already try that. You think we're stupid?" Masky's knife dangerously dangled in between his fingers. Shit, they already tried that? Well you couldn't think of any more! This situation really got you stressed out, and thinking didn't go well with stress...

You began to feel extremely nervous and your brain raced at the speed of light trying to figure out an answer. But you couldn't. You needed to think about this in peace, in a calm situation. With pressure like this, thinking was nearly impossible.

"I-I don't know. I need more time." You quickly added, hoping that they could grant you some time to think about it. You knew that there was a possibility that you could find the good code, but it was very small. Even though, you had to try.

It was silent for a while; no one spoke or moved as both killers only stared at you. What were they thinking about? Did they think you were useless? Maybe you shouldn't have asked for more time... This all wasn't a good idea!

"We give you a day or two to think about it. Hoodie spoke and you were surprised that they even would allow this. You were almost certain that one of them would mock you and then tell you to think harder or call you names.

But you were indeed granted time.

"Don't look so surprised. We have more to do than to baby sit a girl all day, there are some filthy humans waiting for me to kill them." Masky growled at you whilst he kept his attention focused on his knife. You could feel his bloodlust rolling off of his tongue.

"We need to take care of our culprit first." Hoodie spoke as he now stepped from out of the shadows and walked over to one of the tables full of tools. What was he going to do with that?! He picked one of them and then walked over to the man.

"I know, I know." Masky then turned towards you, his hand which was holding the knife stretched out towards the door.

"What are you still sitting there? You may go back to your prince. Or do you want to stay and watch? I welcome you, sunshine." You immediately shot up as your attention went towards the man still lying on the table. Hoodie was sharpening another tool.

You knew that you could not stand the screams and cries which were about to come, but venturing outside in that maze without Jeff wasn't really a good idea either. You were so engulfed within your thoughts that you hadn't noticed Masky coming closer.

Suddenly an arm wrapped itself around your shoulders as you were pulled closely towards the masked man. A knife was pressed tightly against your neck as another dark laugh was heard.

"I could always just cut you open and lay you down next to him, what do you say? You can hold hands with him, how cute." Fear took over as you recalled what he had said. Cut you open?! You'd rather go outside, face the unknown than to stay here, hear screams and cries so bad and then be killed yourself.

With one quick duck you had moved yourself out of the tight grip from Masky and you quickly stumbled towards the door. You need to get out of here before they would attack or something. You glanced at him from over your shoulder and spoke:

"N-no thanks, I'll go." You wanted to sound sure, but you just couldn't help yourself from stuttering. This was a really scary situation. Masky only hummed a little in disappointed. Sure, he would love to cut you open and then feed your intestines to Jeff.

You gazed at the door and prayed to the god above that he would help you find your way back; you even hoped that Jeff would be waiting outside of this door. Whatever he had in mind for you couldn't be worse than to get lost in this maze of insanity and dead people.

You slowly opened the door and then walked outside without even looking back into the room. The sooner you're out the better, and then you're safe from those killers... But now you were in the territory of other killers.

However standing here isn't going to do much for you. You had to find your way back quickly. Maybe if you just start walking you'll recognize things... Ah, well you hoped.

Into the then.

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I'm sorry, I know I promised a decision chapter but when I was writing towards the decision, the chapter became too long, so I decided to update in two times. However this is a really long chapter and I updated pretty quickly, so that'll do for now ;)

This was a bit of a dark chapter so for TheSmartGirlXxX I'll put some kitten pictures in here. Kitten, kitten more cute kittens

Hope that's enough.

Also I've changed the cover picture slightly, I hope editor gets it right because he's constantly hanging on me... Anyway the sentence under 'Taken' reads: "it started with six and ended with one." It's from a poem Nightmarescome (thanks!) wrote for this story and I thought it was really awesome:

"I run and hide, but I can't seem to get away. And it all started by the game they played. For five minutes, I ran and hid. they did the same. But one by one, they were taken away. It started with six and ended with one. Now HE'S HAVING SO MUCH FUN. Now I know....There's nowhere to run. For their jobs not done. Why do they even want ME?"

I wanted to use more from it in the cover but I thought it would get too messy then, so I kept it simple.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Do not hesitate to leave a comment, critic or feedback. I'll try to reply to every single one of them.

Stay awesome!