She woke up feeling dizzy. She groaned at the headache and placed a hand on her head. What the hell had happened? She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Where was she? It looked like some sort of storage room with all the boxes. She was lying on a dirty mattress on the floor.

"Think, girl, think. Where did you go last night? You were at a WWE live event. A security guard approached you afterwards, saying some of the superstars would like to meet you. He took you to... to..."

She let out a louder groan and pushed herself up to sit. She looked around some more. She had never been in this place before. Where the hell was he? What had happened? She tried forcing her brain to work. Her eyes shot open wide.

"The Shield! He took you to meet the Shield. Boy, were they handsome. They smiled and were so sweet. They greeted you and said they had spotted you during the show and just wanted to meet a sweet girl like you. They gave you a glass of champagne, toasted with you, watched as you drank."

"Fuck!" She said out loud.

"Did they drug me? Did the Shield fucking drug me? But why?"

She was still fully dressed so it wasn't anything sexual. But then why? Why had they done that? Why had they brought her here into a god damn storage room? And where on earth were they?

Her eyes landed on a bottle of water standing next to the mattress. There was a note under it. She lifted up the bottle and read the one word that was written.

"Drink!"

Yeah, right! As if she wanted to drink anything they put in her hands again. She was thirsty though. Her throat burned. She turned the lid and let out a sigh when she realized the bottle had never been opened before. She quickly emptied it.

She left the empty bottle on the floor and slowly got to her feet. She felt better with some water in her system. She stretched her body and took a look around. No windows. Just that one door. She dreaded what might wait on the other side but she had no other choice than to open it if she wanted to get out.

She opened the door and gasped as she came face to face, or rather face to chest, with Dean. She looked up at him with a scared look while he just stood there smirking at her.

"Going somewhere, little girl?" He asked in a taunting voice.
"I'd like to go home," she piped.

He let out a cold laugh.

"I'm sure you do," he said, then turned his head to shout. "She's awake!"

It only took a few seconds for Roman and Seth to come walking towards her as well. They both had sinister looks on their faces and she knew trouble was waiting and things were about to go down.

"What do you want from me?" She asked scared.
"We wanna play a little game," Roman answered as he dragged his index finger down her cheek.

She pulled her head away from him but at the same time Dean grabbed her arm and yanked her out from the room.

"Look," he said and she did.

All she saw was a long hallway with closed doors on either sides. Down in the end she could turn to both sides but she had no idea what would be waiting on either side.

"You're in an abandoned warehouse so feel free to scream all you want. No one but us will hear you and that will just make us find you so much faster. That kind of takes the fun out of it," he said.
"Find me?" She asked and swallowed.
"In one of these rooms there's a key to the door that leads to the outside. That door is either on your left or on your right down there. It's up to you to find the key and your way out. You'll get a five minutes headstart and then we'll come for you. If you make it to the outside, you're free to go," he said.
"And if I don't?" She asked.
"Then we're gonna have some real fun with you," Roman answered.

She turned her head and looked at him. He had a look of a predator and she knew she was his prey. Seth didn't look any different when she looked at him a second later and she could only imagine Dean standing behind her had the same look on his face.

"Five minutes," Dean reminded her and gave her a push.
"Just so you know. No one's made it out of here before," Seth said.

All three men went into the room she had woken up in and closed the door. She immetiately started running down the hallway.

"Think, think, think! You got this! You've watched enough horror movies to know that the killer never plays fair and that the bimbo never survives. Fuck, I'm the bimbo, aren't I? Just think! Five minutes. You got time. Just find the fucking door."

She stopped at the end and quickly looked to both sides. Two other hallways with doors on either sides. Not long hallways and not many doors but they were there. On each end of the hallways there were a door as well.

"One of these doors must lead to freedom. Most people go right when faced with a two way situation. Choose left. They try to play mind tricks on you but you know how to play those tricks as well."

She stormed to the left and reached the door quickly. It was locked.

"Of course it's locked. It's the bloody door to freedom. You got it right. Think, girl, think! A key! They said one of the rooms have a key. How the fuck am I gonna go through that many rooms in five... screw that... four minutes time now?"

Her mind twisted around, running through every horror movie she'd ever seen, every posibility there could be and then she realized it. There really was only one room the key would be in if there even was a key at all.

"The killer never plays fair but neither do I. Three minutes. You can do it."

She ran back through the hallway, opened every door she passed without looking into any of the rooms. She crossed to the hallway to the right and did the same. She ran back to the original hallway, knowing there probably only was two minutes left now, and she ran down opening every single door as well.

She was close to the door they were waiting behind and she could hear them talk and laugh in there, clearly enjoying their little game, just waiting to get out and hunt her down. She turned into the last room she had opened the door to, the room closest to where they were and dug down behind a large box.

"Just fucking pray to whatever deity out there that they fall for it. There's always a final girl who survives. Let me be that fucking final girl."

Her thoughts were stopped as she heard a door open.

"What the...?" Seth asked as he looked down the hallway and saw all the open doors.
"Well, that's new," Dean chuckled.

They slowly started walking down, casual turning their heads to look into the rooms as they passed them but never actually stepping into any of them to really look for her.

"One step closer."

"Here kitty kitty kitty!" Roman called.
"Come to daddy, little girl!" Dean called.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Seth called.

"Fucking pathetic psychopaths! I can't believe I ever were a fan of you."

They stopped at the end and looked down both hallways to see every door open there as well.

"What do you think she's trying to pull here?" Roman asked.
"Dean, go left. Roman, right. Check the doors at the end," Seth said.
"It's still locked! She hasn't gone outside!" Dean called a few seconds later.

"I knew it. It's the door to the left. Thank you, Dean, you idiot."

"She's here somewhere. Start searching every fucking room in those hallways. I'll make my way up through this one," Seth said.
"Got it!" Roman shouted back.

She tiptoed over to the open door and listened. She could hear him go through one of the first room in the other end. She quickly walked out of the room and towards the first room, praising herself for wearing sneakers that didn't make any sound, and hurried inside the room.

"There's only one room the key can be in and it's in here. They're fucking taunting me, those bastards."

She looked around. It was hopeless to go through everything in there before they would be back here. Again her mind worked as she looked around. Where would they hide a key to really taunt her? Her eyes fell on the mattress.

"Of course."

She ran over and lifted it up. She almost made a victory scream but kept it within as she saw the key. She grabbed it and put it in her pocket.

"Fucking losers!"

She still had some time and she needed something to defend herself with. She looked around quickly, not having the time to actually look through the stuff in there, but when she noticed the baseball bat sticking out behind some of the boxes, she felt her heart skip a beat. She grabbed it and held it in her hands.

"Let's play, motherfuckers!"

She listened as Seth made his way out of yet another room. She peeked out to see which room he went into. She hurried towards it and peeked inside. He had his back turned against her while he was walking towards a cabinet in there.

"Like I would ever do the stupid blonde girl move and hide in a cabinet, under the bed or run upstairs."

She quietly shut the door behind her in case he would make too loud noises for the other two to hear. She walked closer to him.

"Are you in there?" He asked mockingly as he opened the cabinet doors.
"No," she answered behind him.

He swung around so fast but she swung the bat just as fast, hitting him in the stomach, knocking all air out of him so he couldn't scream. He bent over in pain and she lifted it above her head and let it swing down on his head. He fell down, blood started pouring out of the back of his head, but he was still alive and by the small sounds he made, also still some what awake but not enough to actually do anything.

"You messed with the wrong fucking girl," she growled.

"Don't mock him. That'll only slow you down. Get moving."

She ran to the door, quietly opened it and peeked out. She couldn't see Dean and Roman yet but she could hear them going through the rooms in each of their hallways. She hurried down to the last room in the hallway she was in, stepped inside it and hid behind a desk in there and just waited.

"It can't be long now. I just hope Seth doesn't get his shit together beforehand."

"She's not down here!" Roman yelled as he reached the first hallway.
"Seth, where are you at?" Dean called.

They started walking up the hallway, again casually turning their heads to look into the rooms, only this time they were looking for Seth rather than her. She held her breath for as long as she could until she could hear them walk further away from her.

"Shit! Seth!" Roman yelled.

She heard their footsteps run into a room.

"Now! Get the fuck out!"

She ran out of the room, not caring to look back to see if they were in the hallway, turning left and running towards the door at the end while getting the key out of her pocket. She only had one shot and she just hoped they hadn't played an even more cruel joke on her and left a key that didn't fit. She put it in the lock and turned it. It fit. It was the right key. She let out a small giggle as she opened the door and saw grass.

She ran outside with the bat still in hand, feeling the taste of freedom for a few seconds until she saw the fence and the locked gate. She saw a box with numbers from 0 to 9, indicating that she had to have the code to open the gate.

"No! No! No!" She cried out as she kept running towards it.

"Just fucking climb it."

She dropped the bat on the ground, ran to the fence, put her hands on it and screamed as she felt electricity go through her body.

She heard laughter behind her. Cruel and cold laughter. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she turned around to see Dean and Roman laughing. They slowly walked towards her, still predatory to look at, but she wasn't running like a prey anymore. There was nowhere she could go.

Dean grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him.

"There's no escape from here," he mocked her.
"It's not fair. You said I was free to go if I made it out," she said.
"I did say that," he laughed.
"But I made it out! I'm free to go!" She shouted.

She was silenced as Roman's hand landed hard on her face. Again both men laughed as Dean dragged her inside. She was dragged through the hallways towards the room she had started in. Seth was standing there with an icepack on his head and a menacing look on his face.

"Not so cocky now without a fucking bat in your hand, are you, you little bitch?" He spat.
"I made it out," she whimpered.
"She did. I'm actually impressed that someone managed to make it out for once. What do you say, guys? Second round?" Dean asked.
"Second round indeed. This one is so much fun," Roman answered.
"Seth?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, second round. Just as long as I'm the one who gets to torture her first," Seth answered.
"Then it's settled," Dean said.

He dragged her back into the room she had woken up in.

"Count your blessings, little girl. You just bought yourself another day," he said.

He pushed her down on the mattress and crouched down in front of her. He grabbed her chin, a twisted smile on his face as he looked her straight in the eyes.

"I made it out," she said again.

He chuckled a little.

"18 girls have been here before you, there's 3 of us and 1 of you. Get it? You're not getting out of here. 18 girls, 3 of us, 1 of you. Do the math," he said.

He leaned in and kissed her hard, holding her head in his hands so she couldn't move away, catching her bottom lip with his teeth, biting down, drawing blood. He licked his tongue over her lip and pulled his head away from her, his tongue still sticking out so she could see her own blood on it.

"That's just a small taste of what we have in store for you," he said.

He got up, left the room and locked the door behind him.

"18 girls, 3 of them, 1 of me. Fuck, I'm gonna die tomorrow, aren't I?"