text: You try to guage the distance between yourself and the note then make a jump for it. The nails rip into your feet on the landing, but the momentum lets you pull your feet up from the nails quickly enough. The pain shoots up your legs as you stand on your bleeding feet, but at least you made it past the bed of nails hiding beneath the floor. You pick up the card and read it, surprised that is much more straightforward than Forrest's. According to the note, all you have to do is press the button to speed up the bolts being drilled into their skulls. Both of them have their own button welded onto the metal sheet on the wall of the cage facing you. It must be remotes. Your mother's name, Karen, is on the left and your step father's name is on the right. You could kill one to save the other... Or both.
  > You kill Them Both
  Looking at the two buttons, you can't help but think about how both of them deserved to die. They had both worked together and destroyed your childhood. Both had hurt you in different ways. And neither of them had ever faced any sort of consequence for it. Until now at least.
  
  You press both of the buttons at the same time before peering around the metal sheet to see into the cage. Greg has Karen pinned, trying to get to the fishing line in her mouth. But, now both of the devices around their heads suddenly begin to drill the bolts into their temples at an enhanced rate.
  
  Greg falls backward from the pain, thrashing about as the bolts drill through his skull with a sickening sound. Your mother falls over as well, screaming as the bolts pierce through her skull bone and into her brain. Their bodies go into convulsions shortly after, bringing silence to the room broken only by the sound of the drill turning the bolts and their limbs kicking about.
  
  Finally, the bolts are all the way in and the devices fall silent, as do their convulsing bodies go still. Blood trickles from their noses and foam from their mouths. Both dead as far as you can tell.
  
  A door opens up in the corner of the room, beckoning you to leave this tomb. They deserved this. A pedophile and a worthless mother that let it happen. They belonged together in here. Now you can leave them to rot.