(Warning! Rape and implications of incest!)
A harsh orange glare was the first thing that hit Annette’s sight upon reaching the second scene. It had hit so suddenly, that she doubled over and covered her eyes.
When she managed to uncover them again and squint through the light, it still took a little while to adjust to the lighting. Then, she recognized the setting.
“I don’t remember the wiring in the warehouse being this bad,” she said to herself as she wandered through the hall in front of her.
This warehouse somehow felt both familiar and unknown. Some parts were the same, but others were different. Annette had to keep from stumbling on anything that was put in the way.
“I don’t remember it being this messy either-”
She was then cut off by a blood-curdling shriek coming from down the hall. She knew who the voice belonged to, and yet it sounded almost inhuman.
With trembling footsteps, Annette proceeded down the hallway. As she did, the screaming was abruptly halted by another person shouting, “Will you shaddup?!”
Then came some sinister chuckling once the shrieking died down. Annette used this sound to learn the source of the other noises.
Coming upon a door left ajar, Annette peeked in very briefly. A single moment was all she needed and desired to look upon the unsavory actions within.
The one she knew to be Horse-Face was kneeling on a soiled mattress. Under him was the young man she knew was his companion, crying out in pain as he was brutally raped. Standing about three feet away was possibly the companion’s father.
It was horrifying enough to know who these three were to Annette, let alone this awful situation they were in. She tried to block out the companion’s moans of pain by covering her ears, but it did little good.
There was also the terrifying look on the young man’s face as this was happening to him. Tears were bursting forth from his eyes, and his skin bore the telltale signs of imminent bruising.
“All right, you’ve made your point! I already know this happened!” She called out to who or what it was sending her through these scenes.
Her pleas appeared to be in vain. Now, instead of hearing anything, it went quiet.
She knew that they hadn’t killed him, considering he was still alive in the future. In order to make sure, Annette hazarded another quick peek.
Somehow, the scene now was even worse than before. It felt like Annette couldn’t pull herself away quick enough.
Thankfully, by this time, the scene changed. But initially, she didn’t think it actually did. All that seemed to have changed was that the lights were now off.
Upon taking an unwanted peek back into the room, however, Annette saw that the two older adults were gone now. The Shark of this universe was now alone, huddled in darkness and covered by a sheet.
Annette now decided to force herself into the room, by phasing through the door. Once she was in, she could hear him whimpering and taking shuddering breaths.
“Poor kid…You didn’t deserve to have this happen to you.” She was about to kneel down to get a closer look, when she noticed a light appear in the hallway, accompanied by grumbling.
“Oh, don’t tell me they’re coming back to finish the job.” Annette ran back to the door and poked her head out, but she only saw Horse-Face by himself, holding a lantern and bucket.
He went through her as he opened the door, and then set the lantern down inside. Against her better judgment, Annette went back out into the dark hall.
“Not gonna lie, man. You look like hell,” she could hear him say. This got Annette to cringe, telling herself that he was the reason for that.
Then came near silence, broken only by the sound of vomiting, and then quiet words being said.
After that came sobbing. Stepping closer to hear better, Annette could hear the young man tearfully ask why his own father would do this to him. But she couldn’t hear the answer to his question.
Once a little more time had passed, she heard the sound of the bucket being kicked over along with footsteps. Then they came out, with one being carried by the other.
In that moment, Annette thought Shark looked really small. He looked so pale and sickly, clearly traumatized by what had happened to him tonight. It hurt Annette having to follow them out to the warehouse entrance.
When they all reached the entrance, Annette could then hear Horse-Face apologizing for what had happened. Then the two men reached the truck. After they both got in, she stayed and watched them drive away.
Unfortunately, they didn’t get very far.
In what felt like an instant, another car appeared seemingly out of nowhere and crashed into the truck. Annette watched in horror as the vehicle flipped over and was rendered a crushed up mess.
She couldn’t force herself to run any faster if she tried. As she got closer, Annette saw a figure stand up and jump off the other vehicle. It was then she realized that this had been no accident.
Malum couldn’t seem to keep herself from laughing. She seemed quite amused at this so-called ‘accident’.
“This is the second time I’ve caused an automobile crisis,” she told herself as she got closer to the body she wanted. “It never gets old!”
Now Malum pulled out her trusty syringe, and knelt down in front of who would become Horse-Face. She wasted no time jamming the needle into his skin.
Then the scene began to fade. As it did, Annette was left bothered by something.
“Wait a minute! Then how’d his companion get to the base?!” It looked as if she wasn’t going to get an answer, as she was now back in the room.
Like his fellow assistants before him, Horse-Face’s ghost stood waiting for Annette to speak to him. Swallowing her bitter hatred for at least a few moments, she turned to face him.
“You know her sins. Now give your verdict.” Trying to establish as little eye contact as possible, Annette saw his thumbs down for ‘guilty’.
Once he vanished, the fifth door opened. As Annette stepped through, she felt relief wash over her, knowing she didn’t have to speak with Horse-Face again.