Bryce sighed. "Awww... But that was supposed to be the fun about it. I think it would be better if I died." He joked, yet was starting to sweat from the heat of the acid as the cage got closer. "How about if I do it along with you so that you aren't embarrassed?" Bryce laughed again, although he wouldn't mind if that's what they decided. "When you really think about it, though, I'm probably the one in the power position. If you let me die, the ghost is never going to let you out of here. Or, another option is that I become a ghost in this house, and I'll make sure that you TWO get royally fucked in every sense of the word. Or both." Bryce had straight look on his face. "Basically, I'm less of a threat you alive than I am dead."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, looking over at Kathleen as she began speaking. "You shouldn't talk, especially with words like that. You need your strength. He lost focus on the other girls, and was focusing on Kathleen. "We're going to get you out of here."