It has been three long and excruciating days since you were chained up in Engels’ basement, and no matter how hard you have tried, he refuses to listen to your protests that it was Oliver and Zip who killed Claire. His eyes bore into you, full of pain and anger, as he calls you a cold-blooded liar.

Engels grabs the back of your hair and pulls it, causing a small gasp of pain to escape your lips. He then takes out a knife and approachesEngels steps closer to you, the knife in his hand catching the dim light from the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. He holds it up to your face, the blade just inches away from your skin.

"You still deny it, don’t you?" he sneers, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can lie to me like this? You're a fool."

He moves the tip of the knife closer to your trembling chin, the cool metal sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart races as you feel the sharp edge against your skin, and you let out a shaky breath, terrified of what he might do next.

"You think you can escape your punishment that easily?" Engels scoffs. "You're not leaving this basement until you tell me the truth…or until I've had my fun with you.."