All I could do was scream. My best friend was being killed by a knife on a chair and all I could do was scream. I wanted to turn off the machine. I wanted to burn it. I wanted to kill everyone but I didn't have it in me. After the third try, I saw her pupils dilate and just like that she was gone. I wish I could say it wasn't my fault, that I'm not the reason she was dead, but I was. She traveled around the world to save me and how did I thank her. By letting her die. By not helping her when she needed me most. What kind of friend am I? The men untied her body from the chair. I was still yelling away to see if she could possibly still be alive. It was no use, my best friend was gone. Her body was carried out and that's the last I saw of Lotte Jackson. "Okay Zoe. You're next," Kat said to me as the men forced me into the chairs. I tried to make myself immobile. I wasn't strong enough. They shoved me into the chair and began to tie me down. As soon as was completely immobile, I heard the lever pulled. The knife began to creak and move toward my body. I was screaming as loud as I could as the knife cut through my skin. As the blade through my skin for a second time, I heard a crash on the other side of the room. The knife was still cutting through me when I felt myself being untied. The last thing I remember is my face hitting the cold wood.
