text: Putting the tape into the recorder, you hit play and listen as the voice starts to speak.
  
  "Hello Jermaine, for years you made your living off preying on the most vulnerable people. Addicts, troubled youth, children, and so many more. So many people have been at your mercy over and you so very rarely have been merciful to them. You have murdered, raped, and abused again and again. But, today, you find yourself on the other side of the cycle. You are now at the mercy of someone who was once at the mercy of you. Will she show you the same mercy you showed her? Or will she forgive you? Once the device activates, you won't have long before the bucket gets hot enough to burn anything inside. The rat trapped inside will do whatever it takes to escape, even if that means chewing through your body to do so. Such injuries are survivable if Ciara chooses to forgive you, but you should convince her quickly though, in sixty seconds the choice will be made for you. Let the game begin."
  
  You jump when you hear the torch beneath the bucket turn on, the flame hitting the metal and causing the scurrying sounds inside to grow louder. Trigga, or Jermaine as seems to be his real name, begins to scream and squirm though he is held firmly in place within the device.
  
  Looking over the device some more, you see that his wrists and ankles are held together by only belted leather restraints. There are no locks or keys this time and you don't seem to have to pay a price either... Except perhaps your dignity. Forgiving this monster seems impossible after everything he has done. The world would be a better place without him.
  
  The clock on the side of the device that holds the gun reaches twenty seconds and Jermaine's screams turn from fear to pain.
  
  "It's eating me! It's eating me, get me out. I'll give you anything. I have money." He begs.
  
  > watch Him Die
  "Go to hell," You growl, making sure to move off to the side of him to make sure that you aren't caught in the crossfire if the gun goes off.
  
  The sounds of scurrying and squeaking from the rat get louder. Considering that he is naked, you have to appreciate that the animal has likely chewed up Jermaine's favorite tool in the process of trying to escape the burning metal. The man's whimpering and blubbering pleas for help don't make you feel guilty, on the contrary, you have never enjoyed watching someone in pain before now.
  
  "You deserve this, you sick fuck," You taunt him, smiling a bit as the stopwatch hits sixty seconds.
  
  The gun goes off with a deafening bang. Blood explodes out of his mouth and a horrible smell fills the room as feces leaks down onto the floor around the barrel of the gun that is still lodged in his ass. You stand there and stare at him a little longer, watching as a mixture of blood and shit falls out of his mouth. He twitches a bit at first, a terrible groaning sound escaping him before he goes still.
  
  > look For The Exit
  A door opens on the other side of the room after a few moments and you hurry to go through it to escape the smell of blood and shit that now permeates the room. The room past the door is pitch black, but you hurry through it anyway. The door slams shut and locks behind you, making you jump while the light in the room turn on and illuminate your surroundings.
  
  This is different from the other rooms. You can't see anyone else in here with you and you are confined to a small place inside what looks like plexiglass. A door leading out of the glass cage is on the other side of it, but as you look closer you can see several devices on the ceiling that you aren't sure about.
  
  You hear a door open from beyond the plexiglass and a woman you don't know walks in, staring at you from the other side of the cage. She holds a tape recorder in her hand as she walks up to the glass, hitting play you hear the familiar voice start to speak.
  
  "Hello, Annette. If you're hearing this, then you survived all of your trials and have come to the final test. By now, you have watched the footage showing a series of choices made by the individual before you. She was given the opportunity to forgive or punish the people who hurt her in the past. Now you will be given the same opportunity... Three years ago, your daughter went missing. Since then your life has been consumed with trying to find her. But, every new lead comes up empty. The woman before you now was once taken like your daughter, forced into a life of sexual slavery and drugs. But, three years ago the man who owned her gave her a choice. She could either stay his property or bring him a substitute to trade for her own freedom. Ciara then went to the club where your daughter was last seen and lured her away, drugging her and then taking her back to her pimp. Ciara was set free that day and your daughter took her place, trafficked for sex and moved outside of the country before anyone could save her. To forgive her, all you have to do is buzz open the door to her cell and let her out. Or, you can walk away and leave her to her deserved fate. Make your choice."
  
  A tear falls down your face as your darkest secret is announced into the silence of what could very well be your tomb. The woman, Annette, has quiet tears streaming down her face as she watches you with hate etched into her face.
  
  "I'm so sorry. I was desperate, I just wanted to be free." You plead with her through the glass.
  
  "You could have gone to the police. You didn't have to play his game. You didn't have to take my daughter." Her voice is surprisingly strong for a person with tears falling down their cheeks and it cuts to your very core.
  
  "It was the first time he had let me out in years. He was watching me. He would have killed me," You explain, hoping she believes you.
  
  "My daughter bought your life, what have you done with it?" She asks suddenly, her hand pressing against the glass as she leans forward.
  
  You swallow dryly, able to picture the poor girl you had tricked into taking your place perfectly. She looked just like her mother it seems. The girl had been young and beautiful, so full of life. Seeing her so free and happy in that club had been why you chose her. Something in you hated her for having everything that had been denied you in life. Freedom, happiness, and friends. She had been so trusting, chatting with you at first then dancing with you. Slipping the drug into her drink had been so easy, then you had simply led her away from her friends to the waiting car driven by one of Trigga's men.
  
  The way her face had looked when she had been given to Trigga was burned into your memory no matter how many drugs you took. In so many ways, she had been with you all this time. Her terrified face looking back at you in accusation every time you look in a mirror.
  
  Not able to look at her mother anymore, you instead fix your eyes to the floor, "I tried to get clean, but I had nowhere to go. I'm homeless... I'm nobody." You admit, feeling hot tears spill onto your face.
  
  "You saved that boy, the one you used to date. Why?" She asks quietly, making you look up at her in confusion.
  
  "I thought he loved me... But, he owed money to the pimp that I took your daughter too. He gave him me to pay off his debt... I should have let him die." You admit.
  
  "You killed that man, your stepfather?"
  
  "He... you don't know what he did to me when I was just a little girl. He was a monster. He would have killed my mom to save himself if I didn't stop him. He deserved to die." You snap back, no doubt in your mind that you are right.
  
  "What about that woman, the CPS worker? You didn't save her."
  
  "She could have saved me when I was little and she didn't. She signed off on my stepfather being ok even though he was hurting me. She was taking bribes." You explain.
  
  "You're sure she took a bribe for you? It wasn't just a mistake?"
  
  You just shake your head, not wanting to think about that too hard right now.
  
  "That man, Jermaine? He was your pimp?" She asks, the expression on her face going cold and hateful.
  
  "Yes, he deserved worse than what he got. I would have never given him your daugther if I had any other choice. He would have killed me... I was getting too old he said. I could either give him a new girl to take my place or he would find some other way to make money off of me... I know what he's willing to do to make money... I was scared... And I'm so sorry." You blurt out, sobbing a bit at the end as you start crying once more.
  
  > Judgement
  Annette's face goes cold as she steps away, looking at you hard for a moment before she speaks, "You took my baby from me... She was my whole world. She was a good person. She wanted to be a nurse, to help people. And you took that away from her so you could whore and do drugs some more?"
  
  "I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. I'm so sorry."
  
  "It's too late for that. You can't bring my daughter back. She's gone. I know I won't find her again. But, at least I'll know you got what you deserve," She says, turning away from you and heading for a door in the corner.
  
  Opening it, she steps through and leaves you behind in the room.
  
  A strange sound brings your attention to the devices above you, a strange whirring noise. Then they suddenly burst with light and noise, startling you before sudden pain sets in. Shrapnel tears through the air around you, lodging into your body and tearing apart your face and limbs.
  
  Falling backward, you land on your side staring out through the plexiglass into the empty room. Blood pours out of your wounds and fills your mouth. You can't manage to make a sound as you try to call for help that won't come. The bleeding is slow, not fast. You lay there for what feels like an eternity before the lights in the room go out, plunging you into darkness.
  
  At least once the shock sets in you feel less pain, more of a dulled hurt and a wooziness as you drift in and out of consciousness. You never asked for this game. You didn't kill anyone that didn't deserve it... But, that girl in the club... she certainly hadn't deserved what you did to her. And for what? Three years of freedom that you spent whoring despite your freedom so you could buy drugs and avoid ever being sober enough to think about her?
  
  Maybe this is what you deserve...