It’s the man in the mask, dollface, and pin-up girl. Pin-up girl is laughing in the corner, already having shoved the knife into your stomach. You’re screaming and crying out in pain. Dollface is knelt in front of you, moving the knife towards your abdomen. The blade is buried to the hilt in your gut and you wrench around, crying even louder. The man in the mask holds you in place even though you’re restrained.

Then it’s his turn. Pin-up girl holds you while she and dollface both laugh, as if something’s funny. You know the third stab will be the one to kill you. The man in the mask is knelt between your legs. He holds the bloody knife into his right hand, his left caressing the side of your thigh.

You begin to beg.