One week later.

Mason on his bed, staring at the blank ceiling, he sighed and tried to close his eyes.. But every time he did..

He would see the torture and pain he had been through.. He hated it.. And hated what he had become.

One weel earlier.

"Get that bag off his head, and turn on the lights for crying out loud." a muffled voice spoke.

Then the bag over Mason's head was pulled off, he was strapped onto a chair, well mainly his legs and hand.

He looked around the dark room with the bright lights, then saw figures with his blurry vision.

"Wake up kid!" a man said and punched Mason in the face, making Mason fully conscious.

Mason panted and struggled to get out of the chair, then stopped struggling.

"Do you know who we are?" a voice spoke, Mason didn't answer.

Again he was punched in the face, "DO YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE?!" the voice spoke again, but anger took the tone.

"No.. But I'm gonna kill you all.." Mason said, and no one took it seriously, they all laughed and punched Mason again, making him bleed out of his nose.

Mason struggled to get out of the chair, and managed to slightly break his hands and legs free, and when he was about to get hit again.

He grabbed the man's fist and broke his arm, then shoved him on the ground, and he started a fight, one he lost very quickly to a sleep dart.

When Masok awoke again, he found himself in sweat, he gained back his consciousness and found that he was only in black shorts, nothing else as he was onto a table.. Strapped on it.

A man in a lab coat walked in, wearing.. A gas mask. Mason didn't know why that fool needed one.

The man laughed and Mason struggled to break free, then the man put his hand on Mason's arm, "Now now." he spoke in a muffled voice, "No struggling, this will be painful." he said and pulled a syringe.

Mason opened his eyes, to get rid of the awful memories of that week, he sat on his bed and covered his face, then heard his phone.

"You have. 9 new messages." the voice spoke.

"Kyle.." Mason said and looked at the digital clock, it was around 10:47 P.M, he grabbed his phone and looked at the messages.

He then sighed, "Kyle.. I wish I could tell you the pain... The torture.. The.. Monster.. I encountered..." he told himself.

Then he sat the phone down, his eara picked up the nose of the doorknob being turned, he faced the door and saw his mom.

"Oh.. Mom.." Mason said and looked down and away from the door.

"Hey.. You need to sleep.. Okay?" she said and was about to leave until..

"Wait." Mason said..

"What is it?" Mason's mother asked..

"I..I.."