Drake and Tate sitting next to the door on the ground covered in blood.

"What the fuck is going on, you were supposed to wake me" I tell them ripping the door open.

“We have been trying for hours, none of us could wake you and your bloody door was locked" Tate says, Following me downstairs.

I walk into the cell they have him held in and find him strapped to a chair naked. Tyson holding a pair of scissors in his hand cutting off his earlobe on the one ear he has left. Tim screaming and thrashing.

"Give me that" I tell him, snatching it from his grip.

"Who...