“Is that what its going to do? Its going to make me puke?”

Jaycee doesn’t answer. Instead she continues banging her head to the music, playing air guitar and singing along. “Get outta my head cuz I don’t need this! Why I didn’t I see this? I’m a victim – Manchurian Candidate, I – have – sinned – by – just Makin’ my mind up and takin’ your breath away!”

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me…
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves…
I wander out where you can’t see…
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed…

“While we’re waiting for the ipecac to take its course, we’re going to play a game: Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

Sam stays silent.

“Ohhh… that’s right… your hands are tied. That’s okay, instead of you choosing what you want with your hands, you’ll say it out loud after I say rock, paper, scissors okay?”

“No, I don’t want to play a game with you.”

“We’ll you’re going to do it whether you like it or not. Here’s the rules: If you lose, I’ll cut off one of your toes, if you win, ill take five minutes off the time I’ll be torturing you okay..? Oh, and if you don’t play, I’ll choose for you.”

Goodbye!

You haven’t learned a thing
I haven’t changed a thing
My flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free

“Oh, my god, what the hell have I ever done to you?”

“nothing, besides make yourself apart of my little hobby, but that doesn’t matter, lets play! Okay, Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

“Scizzors!”

Sam looks at Jaycee’s hand and a look of relief falls across her face because she had paper.

“Wow, lucky you. Okay, nest round; Rock! Paper Scizzors!”

She eyes Jaycee’s hand again, but this time panic flushes her face.

“Tisk-Tisk-Tisk… Looks like you lost; you know what that means…”

“No, no, no Please No!” Sam tries to scream as Jaycee creeps closer, but is instead shocked by the collar.

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me…
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves…
I wander out where you can’t see…
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed…