"There's not another way Brett, we either try to kill him now or we spend the rest of our lives here," Brett's brother George exclaimed. "I'm not going out there," muttered Brett, "I'll take my chances." After having spent weeks tinkering, George had finally managed to pry open the door of the dreadful bathroom they were confined in. The bathroom was tightly congested, with repulsive blood-spattered walls, a distorted mirror, and repugnant scents of excrement. Brett's cowardice and reluctance to leave the nauseating bathroom baffled George, but George had already made up his mind. Nevertheless, George still uselessly begged for his brother's help one last time before leaving to terminate the life of their malicious kidnapper. The kidnapper, archaic but quick-witted, grabbed his bayonet just seconds after hearing the bathroom door open. George, unaccompanied, with only a razor-edged shard of a mirror in his hand, attempted to take out the formidable and perverted abductor. George managed to put up a fight, dodging some of the swift swipes of his opponent's sword but couldn't prevail. The demented foe ultimately dealt George a blow near the heart putting him in a critical state. However, a quick death would've been too simple for the kidnapper; anyone who defied him was more than deserving of torture. He then proceeded to cut off every digit of George's body starting with the toes. George screamed in terrible agony and desperately wept, "Just kill me already." The degenerate showed no sympathy and continued to slash George until he gruesomely bled out. Brett, having been too frightened to answer his brother's screams, lolled in the corner of the bathroom till the kidnapper came. Having noted that Brett did not revolt with his brother, the psychotic killer had no intentions of harming him. Brett was much more useful for his troubled lust. So instead, he tossed Brett a limb of his brother, blatantly warning him.