Route 4.1 – Attack him to escape with the girl

You could attack him! After all, you are armed with an axe and he is not. But your hands tremble so much and you cannot find the courage to do so. So, you call to mind all the cruel deeds of this infamous man towards you and thereby gather so much hatred that you are able to suppress your fear. You will attack this murderer with your sharp axe, throw him to the ground and in your despair beat him until he does not move anymore! You will not let him harm the poor girl and you any further. You have never killed a human being, never even thought that you might have to do so one day, but now there is no other way out for you. This man will kill you and the girl unless you take his life first. You have only this one chance. If you fail, it’s over. And considering the situation and the cruel deeds that this murderer in wolf mask has already committed, you will not have to bear a guilty conscience for having ended his life.

You clench your teeth and your gaze bristles with anger, convulsively trying to suppress the fear and trembling with your hatred. When the psychopath is only three or four steps away from you, a loud battle cry comes from your throat and you charge at him, hands tightly gripping the axe. You raise your arms with the sharp object in the air and prepare to strike. You notice how your opponent also stretches out his arm in your direction, probably wanting to defend himself. But he has no chance against your axe. You smash the weapon down with all the strength you can muster and already see in your mind’s eye how it splits the murderer’s skull. But suddenly a ball of water shoots out of his hand and is directed at your axe. Water magic?! The unexpected projectile hits your weapon and changes the direction of the blow due to the powerful impact. Your blow misses, narrowly avoiding your target. You did not expect this. You lose your balance from the missed blow and fall forward. After a hard, painful impact on the ground, you lie at your captor’s feet. As quickly as possible you turn around and try to smash the axe down on his legs, but before you know it, he kicks the weapon out of your hands, steps on your back with his full body weight and pulls out a pointed object from his trouser pocket. It looks like a syringe. Before you can comprehend what is happening, he jabs the needle into your neck. Wha-what is he doing?! You feel the needle being pulled out of your skin again and the man in the mask gets off your back. Your heart races. Panicking and breathing heavily, you pick yourself up and kneel on the floor, supporting yourself on your hands. You catch sight of the axe, which is barely more than two metres away from you and want to get up to reach it. But as you try to stand on your feet, your foot buckles and you fall back onto all fours. H-how?! You don’t understand how you could be so clumsy in this dicey moment that you fall over. Again, you make an attempt to stand up, but this time your knees give way and you fall forward onto your chest, your hands unable to support your weight. The killer gives a low laugh. “Haha… What’s the matter? Just a moment ago the little sheep was in a healthy mood for playing and now it’s tired?” You want to pick yourself up again, but this time, in addition to your legs, your arms no longer obey you. What is happening to me?! I can’t… move! You feel an overwhelming tiredness slowly creeping over you and only a few seconds later your eyes fall shut. The bloodcurdling screams of the girl and the laughter of the man in the wolf mask also fall silent.

Slowly you regain consciousness. You open your eyes and the first thing you see is the poor girl. She is crying quietly just a few metres away from you, tied up again, this time both arms and legs. Your eyes meet and you see a look of sheer horror and pure desperation in her eyes again. You want to move your head to look around, but you can’t. Still, you cannot move. Not an inch. You seem to be lying with your back on the floor. But you don’t have to stay like that for long, because shortly after you wake up, you hear a voice that makes you shiver. “Well? Slept well, little lamb?” It is the murderer. You feel him turn your head a little so that you can now see the ceiling of the room and him. “Oh, don’t worry, the little sheep doesn’t need to be able to move for our next game. The drug I injected you with paralyses most of your muscles, but the little sheep can still feel everything that is happening to its body. And that’s the most important thing for our next game. I hope we have a lot of fun with it!” Dumbfounded, you look at the man in the wolf mask. What has he injected me with?! What is he going to do with me?! Panic-stricken, you try everything in your power to move, but in vain. I-I… cannot move a muscle! Your desperation makes you want to scream, but you can neither open your mouth nor make a sound. Your eyes fill with tears and you are gasping for air so hard that you almost can’t breathe. The killer laughs and lifts your head to place a rag underneath. He lets go of you and you now see your naked body in front of you through the raised head position. “Oh, in case the little sheep wonders why it is no longer wrapped in a blanket – we don’t need it for our little game. On the contrary… it would even get in the way.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the psychopath step away and only hear his footsteps on the floor. A moment later you hear him return to you and he reappears in your field of vision. He is holding a bottle with a reddish-brown liquid in one hand and a scalpel in the other. The man in the suit squats down beside you and places the bottle beside him at your feet. Unable to move and helplessly exposed to this cruel man, you can do nothing but watch him and accept the unbearable situation. “Preparations are complete! Let the game begin! Hahaha!” You find the killer’s sick laugh repulsive, but at the same time it makes you shudder. W-what kind of game is this?! The man in the wolf mask raises the hand in which he holds the scalpel and presents it to you at length before placing it in the middle of your torso between your ribs. Your heart beats so fast it threatens to burst as your eyes fix on the scalpel, following every movement of the sharp object. Drenched in sweat, you try to move again, but your body does not obey you. Helpless against your fate, you feel the cold blade on your skin. You hear the girl next to you start to scream again and cry loudly, but you hardly notice her in your fear. Now the killer presses the scalpel into your skin. You feel a sharp pain and blood wells up under the sharp knife. You want to scream again but cannot make a sound. The psychopath’s hand moves the scalpel along your stomach, down to your hip. You burst into tears, never before have you felt such pain. You cannot bear it and yet you have no choice. As if this torture wasn’t enough, you have to watch as your abdominal wall opens and your insides are revealed, while you feel your skin splitting and pulling further and further apart. It is the most horrible feeling you have ever had in your entire life. As you watch your insides twitch in absolute shock, the killer puts down the scalpel and takes the bottle of reddish-brown liquid. He opens it and sniffs it. An acrid smell spreads through the room and you realise that it is alcohol. Seemingly proud, the man in the suit again presents you with what he is holding in his hand. “Mh… What a strong note this noble rum has… This, my little sheep, is pure gold, the best and strongest rum this world has to offer! As long as you don’t drink it that is, but… use it to play. So, for us, it’s perfect!” Without hesitation, he tips the bottle and the highly concentrated alcohol flows into your open body. You thought that nothing could burn more than this wound he inflicted on you with the scalpel, but as the burning rum seeps through your belly and washes around your organs, your pain rises to a whole new level. A high-pitched sound that has been ringing in your head for a while now grows steadily louder and you threaten to faint from the torture. Your eyes begin to flicker and your breathing stops for a moment. But a hard hit right in the face prevents your eyes from going black for the time being. You turn your gaze back to your open stomach, barely noticing that your nose is pointing to the left and has been broken by the hit just now. The last remnants of the acrid liquid drip from the bottle and the man in the mask tosses the glass object aside. A mixture of blood and rum emerges from your body and flows down your sides. The killer laughs shrilly and rises from his crouch. He moves out of your sight and a moment later he screams hysterically. “Fire at will!” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a lit match flying towards your belly, but before you can realise what is happening, a blazing flame ignites from your rum-filled open wound. You see your body burning, blisters slowly forming on your organs and the smell of burnt flesh mixed with a smoky note from the ignited alcohol fills the air. The girl next to you screams louder than ever, the murderer laughs and rejoices in his deed. Moments that feel like an eternity to you pass in pain no human can imagine before your lungs fail and your breath catches. Almost simultaneously, your heart stops. Your eyes are so wide open that several veins have already burst as your vision begins to blur. Gasping unsuccessfully for breath, your eyes go black. The noises around you disappear, leaving only the single high-pitched sound. For a brief moment you find yourself in pure blackness and you realise that you no longer feel any pain. Then it is over.