Her head felt so heavy. Her stomach ached with unthinkable pain. She carefully opened her eyes, to see nothing but dark blurs, with a small light shining overhead. She cringed, the light stung her eyes. She moved to lift her hand to shield her face, only to look down and see she was bound by her wrists and feet to a metal pole. Her vision cleared, as she became aware of her surroundings. Everything was dark, and the air smelt of mold and dust. She could taste blood in her mouth. She started to cry, when she realised, she was a prisoner.

Audrey Hazelrigg, had just turned 21 years old. Fresh out of college. No boyfriend. No car. Nothing. She was alone her whole life, living as an only child with her dying grandma in a hospital. She figured, if she was alone when she was child, she might as well stay alone for the rest of her life.

She worked as a photographer's assistant, at a local modeling corporation. Anything the photographer asked for, she'd do it. Coffee. A back rub. Water. A chauffeur. She was a slave to high fashion media. She hated her job. But at least it helped her afford her cozy 6th floor apartment.

She came home one night, tired and weak from a long day of running errands. As soon as she walked in, she locked the door, threw her coat down, and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. At first, one drink every few weeks was just a small comfort she had after a day on her feet. But soon, it turned into one drink a day. That turned into three drinks. Then she started taking pills. Xanex, and anything else she could find that would take the edge off. She became addicted. She was caught at work, popping pills in the bathroom during her lunch break. One night, she snapped. She ran into the bathroom. incredibly intoxicated and reached for the safety razors in the mirror cabinet. She cut horizontally up and down her arms and legs. Cutting words and pictures of the morbid thoughts that rain through her dizzy head. The floor was slick with blood. She didn't remember exactly what happened, but all she could remember last seeing in the mirror, was a cloaked figure, approaching from behind, and a hand covering her eyes. All she could hear, was her own scream, and slow breathing, fading in her ears. Then, darkness.

Audrey struggled. She groaned and relaxed to try and ease the sharp agonizing pain in her stomach. But it only grew worse as she woke up. She tried to pull away from the metal pole, but she was completely bound it it. She could not move at all.

"I'm glad your awake." a spine-chilling voice crept out of the dark. She lifted her head in attention, with her long brown hair falling down the sides of her face. She looked to see a television set, glowing through the darkness. With a shot of a eerie puppet. Her heart dropped. It was the most chilling thing she had ever seen.

"I want to play a game..." the puppet said.

"What the fuck?" she said quietly to herself. Small tears began to fall down her face. She had never been so scared in her whole life.

"Look around you..." the voice said. The lights suddenly turned on in a flash of light, nearly blinding Audrey. She closed her eyes and then looked around to find herself in a giant glass tank, nearly 8 feet high, with a lid over top. And there were two drains planted on the floors. "Right now, you are in a tank, that can hold up to 110 gallons of water. As you can see, there is no way out. No doors. No windows. Just the lock hatch above you."

Audrey looked everywhere to see if there was a small crack in the glass that she could break through, but everything was in pristine condition. "Two night ago, you put a razor to your wrists, wishing death upon yourself. You constant consumption of liquor eventually consumed your life. Until you couldn't live with yourself any longer. You were drowning in your own self pity. So now, the time has come. Will you drown? Or will you live? You have 2 minutes to find a way out. But there is only one way out of this. Would you be willing to let someone touch you, to save your life? Would you give a man what he needs, to release yourself? What was the very last thing you said to your grandmother, before she died of leukemia? The choice is yours. Live or die. Let the games begin."

The TV shut off with a click. The floor vibrated subtly. She could hear guttural rumbling beneath her. She suddenly realized that the drains on the floor, were not drains at all. They were spouts. With a loud explosion, water began the gush out of the spouts and fill the tank. It startled her, causing her to yelp in fear. She struggled to pull away from the pole. The she begged for help, but no one was there to save her. She tugged at the straps and pulled so hard that her wrist popped out of place. She screamed, but was able to get her arm free. She ripped the other straps off and went for her feet next. The water had flooded in so quickly, it was almost above her ankles. As soon as she ripped away at the bindings on her feet, she went for the glass window and pounded on it.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP ME!" she screamed. She heard more rumbling, but this time it came from above. She looked up to see rows and rows of sprinklers over head that had turned on, showering her with cold water. She was now completely soaked, and scared out of her mind. She couldn't think of anything else, but "Why me?". She pounded on the glass, screaming louder and louder.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT YOU SICK FUCKER! LET ME OUT!" she screamed. The water was now up to her waist. "LET ME OUT! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Behind a two way mirror, a cloaked figure watched, and waited. He wanted to see his prisoner come out victorious and free, but he wanted to teach her the meaning of living. And that life was not meant to be thrown away so easily.

It was March 13th, 1995 at a hospital. Audrey was only 11 years old. That day was the day her grandmother died, and left Audrey alone forever. Her grandma had about 40,000 saved in the bank, and entrusted the money to Audrey when she died, so that Audrey wouldn't be completely penniless. The money would be saved until she turned 18. But by then, she had already spent so much of that money from her debts to the government, that all she had left, was just enough to go to college.

She remembered sitting by her grandma, watching her sleep peacefully. The heart meter beeped repeatedly, calmly. Everything was serene but gloomy. No one told Audrey her grandma was due to be dead sometime during the night. But in some ways, she already knew that she would not be there for much longer.

Audrey panicked and screamed for help. It was no use. The water was now up to her breasts. She searched frantically and spotted the pole she was attached to. She trudged through the water over to it and yanked at it to see if it would break free. She could use it as a way to break through the glass. She pulled as hard as she could, minding that her wrist was in terrible pain. But it wouldn't budge an inch.

"Fuck!" she screamed in frustration. "God dammit! Fuck please! I want to live! Please, let me go!" she cried hysterically. She felt so pitiful and useless. She knew this would be the end. She would be one of those people that didn't die peacefully in their sleep. She would be one of those people, that died from a freaky tragedy. The water was now up to her her neck. She started to float and was now able to swim around. She looked up at the ceiling and cried, feeling the sprinklers showering her face.

Her grandma awoke, and stared at Audrey.

"What are you doing here. I thought you were supposed to be in school." she said weakly.

"I didn't go today. The nurse said I could stay." Audrey said sadly.

"Hrrmmm..." her grandma grumbled. She could see tears building up in her beautiful green eyes. "Hey..."

Audrey looked up at her, with a small tear coming down her face. "Your going to be okay. You'll grow up. Do great in school. Meet a nice boy. You'll be alright." she said. Audrey took her grandma's hand.

"Please don't go." she whimpered. Her grandma just smiled and heaved a big sigh. "I love you..."

Her grandma laid there, as still as can be, smiling, with her eyes wide open. Audrey's chin wobbled as tears fell down her face. "Grandma...?" she whispered. She was gone. At that instant in her life, there was no one there for her anymore. No one to comfort her. Care for her. Watch over her. All she had now, was herself. Within a few hours, child services picked her up and took her to a foster home.

The water had reach up to 6 feet, well above Audrey's actual height. She swam around and smacked the glass, screaming over and over. She tried to think of any possible way of getting out without busting the glass. She remembered what the puppet said. "Will you drown? Or will you live? Would you be willing to let someone touch you, to save your life?"

"What the fuck does that mean?" she mumbled to herself. She tried harder to remember any vital details or clues. "What was the very last thing you said to your grandmother, before she died of leukemia? The choice is yours. Live or die." Her jaw dropped. She uttered the very last words she could remember saying to her grandma. "I love you..." Then she wondered, who would know what she said to her grandmother? Was it someone she knew? Or was someone watching her while she saw her grandma die? And what did 'I love you' have anything to do with what was happening to her? She didn't have time to wonder about such things. The water was rising faster and faster ever second.

"SHE SAID I LOVE YOU!" she screamed. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" She yelled louder and louder, banging on the glass. She hoped to god that this was her ticket out. " I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

Suddenly, she felt a sudden drop. The water had drained like a toilet, within seconds. She felt to the floor with her soaked shirt and jeans. Her hair was stringy and tangled. She looked down at her wrists and saw the swollen raw, red lines running down her arms. She massaged her hurting wrist and stood up. She didn't understand how she was going to get out without any windows or doors. She heard a squeak, and the lid up above her unlatched and flipped out. A small fire chain link fire escape ladder fell to the floor. She ran over to it and climbed up. Once she had gotten to the top, she saw no sign of anyone. She saw a small flight of stairs leading down to the floor. She climbed up over the side of the tank and went down the stairs and entered a cluttered room.

There was posters, fences, papers, dolls, tools, benches, everything you could ever think of in the room. She walked through in small isle that hadn't been occupied by stuff.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she asked. It was so quiet. She looked around and walked up to a desk to see the puppet she had seen on the tv. She looked closer at it, and touched the smoothness with her index finger. The puppet busted out into hysterical laughter, startling Audrey, causing her to gasp.

"Audrey Hazelrigg..." a quiet, raspy voice chilled the air. She jumped and turned to see a man sitting at a desk in the far corner, cloaked, and staring straight her.