text: "Fuck...FUCK!" You shriek, turning back around to the box.
  
  You don't know which one has the key, but it's the only way to open the locks on the straps keeping Forrest trapped. Taking a deep breath, you shove your hand back into the first hole as fast you can. The steam cranks on and burns hot, but you reach the bottom. You feel around for a second, but find nothing and yank your arm back out of the oven of steam.
  
  Pulling it back out your enter arm is now covered in heat blisters and an angry, shiny red color. It surges with a pain you can barely stand. Tears stream down you face as you cradle your burnt arm.
  
  "I can't do this..." You mutter to yourself as Forrest continues to scream in agony.
  > You let Him Die
  You jump slightly as the second series of torches start burning him at his thighs, hips, and waist. Watching as Forrest writhes about in his bonds and screams in agony, you steel yourself for what you are about to witness.
  
  His feet are nearly burnt down to the bone and the thicker parts of his legs are starting to bubble with huge heat blisters. The skin is gone where the flames hit directly, the meat of him being burnt now. It is a sickening stench that fills the room and turns your stomach sour, you've seen a lot of horrible shit in your life. But this is something else entirely.
  
  The next series of torches cut on, lighting up his arms and shoulders. He howls in pain, his face red with effort and veins bulging in his forehead. His eyes are wide in terror, tears streaming down his cheeks. It's too late now to save him, even if you wanted too he was beyond it now.
  
  A few moments later, the final series of torches fire up. Flames lick up his throat and on either side of his ears. It lights his short hair on fire, engulfing his head in flames as his horrified shrieking intensifies then goes silent as his body goes limp. The flames keep cooking his corpse for a while as you stare transfixed at the scene, watching as his face burns away to reveal charred skull underneath.
  
  When the torches finally turn off, you are left staring at a burnt corpse. The air is so thick with the stench of his burnt flesh and the smoke from it that you can barely breathe. The grinding sound of a metal door opening on its own catches your attention, but you vomit when you have to walk right past his body to get to it. The smell is overpowering and you have nothing in your stomach but acid to puke up.
  
  This room will be his tomb, you know that as you walk out of the door. But, it won't be yours.