Max was weakened by the voice encounter, he seemed frozen. Then he thought of Alice.
Being held by this man, he couldn’t let this maniac do anything to her.
I must act, but isn’t this what he wants? It doesn’t matter. I’ll play his little game.
He opened the door of the room and crept out, cautious of any sudden movements or strange sounds. Max walked towards the elevator. As he approached the lights up above flickered rapidly. He crouched a little out of alarm. Then the elevator doors dinged open.
Suddenly, he heard maniacal laughter, as Max flinched away.
“You think your little prize was going to be in there?” The voice roared.
Max didn’t want to look again, but he had no choice, he must take the elevator because there were no stairs in sight. He braved the horrible scene.
The guard whom he had killed was in that elevator, but not as Max had left him. His intestines and guts were spille…
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