You've already lost count of how long you've been in this terrible place. But you have already survived two shows, now it was the third. You were sitting in front of the cameras, and Fox was next to them. You chewed on your piece of skin on your hand after Fox lit it. You were too hungry, you started going crazy in this terrible place, there were a few nails in your shoulder. Suddenly his voice touched your ear.

"They want to see you bleed..." Fox said and gave you a knife. You dutifully made a cut on your leg. You raised your head and looked at him expectantly. Your strength was gradually draining away, everything was floating in your eyes because of the drugs.

"More." You obeyed and made another cut. "Your belly. Deeper." Deeper?! You plunged a knife into your stomach, you were surprised at how easy it was. And suddenly you understood. They want to see your insides. You ran a knife up your stomach.

"Wait!!" Fox's restless voice suddenly interrupted. But then he just stood there and looked at you. "Actually... To hell with it! The show is over." Suddenly, the light from the monitors went out. You can't see! Suddenly you feel like the shackles are being removed from your body. You were trying to say something. "Shut up! Stop talking." Suddenly someone opens the door. "Did you press the call button, sir?" An unfamiliar male voice said. "Doctors. Now. I want them to be alive. They're mine now."