CHAPTER 12: LAUGHTER AND FIRE (DAN)

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1 DAY LATER.
I groan.
I squint my eyes open, roll over and cough out blood on the metal floor.
I look around at the room I'm in, It's a metal cube room, with four doors around me.
I stand up with shaking legs, I look and my clothes. They are soaked in blood.
"Sh-sh-sh*t." I stammer.
"Ohhh, Dan!" A voice says through a speaker.
"BRAD! Where am I?" I demand.
"You know where you are!" He laughs.
"No. I do not."
"The Laughter room..." He says in a sing-song voice.
"No. Get me out of here!" I scream.
He just laughs.
"Why is it called the Laughter room?!" "Laughter, add an "s" to the beginning Dan."
"Slaughter... The Slaughter Room." I gasp.
"Time to die. Time to die very slowly..." He hisses.

Suddenly the metal room begins to heat up.
"No!" I scream.
The metal absorbs the boiling temperature.
How do I escape? I think.
Then I look at the doors. I can get out.
I limp towards one and grab the handle, it burns my hand. I bite my tongue, sweat runs down my face, I try and turn it.
It's locked.
I let go and stare at my bleeding hand.
Tears build in my eyes, the heat is becoming unbearable.

I run over to another door and grab the sizzling metal handle. It burns my skin but I try to turn the handle. I cry out in pain when I find it too is bolted.
I begin to sob out loud as I become dizzy with the growing temperature. I rush over to another door, the heat is worse now.
The door is locked.
"I'll never get out!" I cry, I fall to my bloody knees and cry into my burnt hands.
The boiling hot claustrophobic heat will drive me insane before I die.
I build strength and stagger towards the last door, I grab the handle...

The door flings open, I hang off the handle over a drop of 20 feet into a fire below me. The metal cube is suspended above a raging flame in a huge room. My hand clings onto the burning handle for dear life.
I hang above the fire, my feet dangling.
I scream in pain and terror. The loudest and most tortured scream I can muster!
I feel my bloody, sweaty hand begin to slip, I'm going to fall to my burning and painful death...

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