Walking down the hallway, you slowly open the door, trying to be quiet. Stumbling into the room, and nearly tripping over something at about thigh height, you wave your hands over the wall to look for a light switch, finally finding it and flicking it on.
Standing before you, on the floor beside the bed, was a large iron cage, the same one that had held Ben before he met his end in Madelyn’s stomach. Roughly 3 feet on each end, a pillow, a blanket, and a water bottle sitting just inside, through the cage’s open door; and just in front of your feet, an unopened package of toilet paper and a plunger sit on the floor.
Stunned, you stare for a second, at a complete loss for words, and then your hear the door quietly close behind you as Carrie suddenly lifts you off your feet and carries you into the cage, forcing you down almost into a ball to fit within the too small frame.
“HELP! CARRIE STOP!” You scream, struggling with all your might to absolutely no effect at all. With a grunt, Carrie forces you in, and tears off your clothing before slamming the cage door shut, locking it in place as you try to force it open.
“That is actually steel, Maxie; you won’t be able to bend it open.”
“Why?!?! Why are you doing this?”
“For your farewell feast! You’re going to make an excellent meal for Miranda, and we can’t have you running off!”
“What?!? But what about Harvey?! He’s your brother!”
Giggling, Carrie kneels down to eye level with you. “Miranda couldn’t bring herself to eat her only remaining brother. So your mom offered you instead. Freddy is earmarked for Taryn, so you’re the only spare. Well, you and Rudy. Guess Mom has a favorite, huh?”
“Wha-? N-No…”
“Yup!” Carrie laughs, “Oh, and now I really do need to use the bathroom, excuse me…” She says, patting her small bulge as she eyes you. Stopping by the package of toilet paper beside the wall, Carrie opens it and pulls out a couple of rolls “These are supposed to be for Miranda, but it’s not like she’ll need the entire package for you, right?” Carrie teases, waving the toilet paper at your face. Heading to the other door in the room, you see her flick on the light, illuminating the white linoleum floors and painted walls, a simple male’s toilet sitting opposite the door. Smiling at you as she closes the door “Try not to dwell too much on this. I’m sure my sister will be more respectful with you…”
